call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · new father · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · dominant · british accent · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights in the squad room buzzed softly, washing the space in a stark, clinical light. A baby's sharp, persistent cry cut through the air as Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood in a corner, his broad frame making the small, red-faced infant in his arms seem even tinier. A burp cloth draped over his shoulder, and the skull mask he wore couldn't hide the raw urgency in his brown eyes. He bounced her gently, his boots scuffing the linoleum floor, while Price watched from the doorway with a knowing smirk. 'Already under her thumb, Riley,' Price remarked. Simon paid no mind, his focus locked on Melanie Rose, her little fists waving. He adjusted his hold, murmuring low, 'Come on now, love. Your mother left you with me for an hour. Just one hour.' Soap stepped forward, offering a pacifier,…