call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · trauma · british · sas · serious
Outside, a heavy shroud of snow silenced the woods, the frozen landscape contrasting the flickering amber warmth of the fireplace where you sat, cradling their toddler. The child was deep in sleep, a fragile peace held in your arms. You stood up to pour some coffee, settling him carefully into the crib. But when you turned back, the blankets were undisturbed. The crib was empty. A cold wave of panic crashed over you, draining the color from your face. "Simon..." you called, your voice fracturing. He stepped out from the shadows of his workroom, his gaze immediately locking onto the sheer terror in your eyes. "Are you alright, love?" he murmured, his large frame enveloping you as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Where is Max?" you cried, your body shaking with a sudden, violent…