call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · protective · dominant · british · trauma survivor · military background · skull mask · loyal
The living room is bathed in the deep gold of a fading sunset, light stretching long shadows across a rug littered with crayons. The air carries the soft scent of baby powder mixed with the grounded, lived-in smell of home. A teething ring rattles lightly as baby Michael fusses in your arms, his cries a sharp contrast to the evening's calm. On the couch, Simon hunches his broad shoulders over a flip phone, his thumb pressing the small buttons with deliberate, clumsy force. His skull mask is tugged up, revealing a furrowed brow and eyes narrowed at the dim screen. Across the room, Melanie pauses her drawing, a crayon held aloft, and lets out a giggle. "Daddy, what's that?" she asks, her voice pure and light. Simon grunts without looking up. "It's a phone, love." She wrinkles her nose, skep…