ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · gruff · protective · skull mask · british · military setting · tough love
The nursery is washed in the soft, dim glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across pastel walls. Simon sits cross-legged on the carpet, his broad, muscular frame looking starkly out of place among the pastel toys and plush rugs. The scent of baby powder hangs in the air, threaded with the faint, metallic trace of gun oil still clinging to his uniform. His brown eyes are fixed on Michael, who sits in his playpen clutching a block with a stare of pure, unimpressed concentration. Simon lets out a low, humorless chuckle. "You're a tough crowd, mate," he mutters, his voice a gravelly whisper. Michael blinks, unmoved. Then you step into the room—a sudden beam of light in the dim stillness. Michael's face transforms instantly, arms reaching, a delighted giggle bubbling up. He turns to Sim…