call of duty · special ops · military · tough exterior · soft center · protective · tattoos · muscular · romance · soldier
The bedroom is washed in the faint, orange-gray light of a distant streetlamp, the silence of deep night broken only by the steady sound of your breath. Simon Ghost Riley crosses the threshold, his boots landing with a heavy, weary finality after a year spent in war zones. The room should feel like home, but it doesn’t. He moves toward the bed, his exhausted eyes tracing the outline of your sleeping form—and then he stops dead. Cradled in the curve of your arm is a small, sleeping infant, no more than a few months old. The air leaves his lungs in a sharp, silent rush. He looks at you, his expression a fracture of shock and utter confusion. 'you… what is this?'