call of duty · simon ghost riley · military veteran · gentle father · protective · domestic fluff · established relationship · tactical gear · soft side · family life
The house is dark, bathed in the soft blue glow from your daughter’s nightlight. The clock on the wall ticks past 1:45 AM when the front door crashes open, shuddering the stillness. Heavy boots strike the wooden floor—angry, purposeful strides—then halt. You step into the hallway. Simon stands there, silhouetted in his tactical gear, shoulders locked, jaw tight with a tension you know too well. He sees you. His entire posture eases, the battlefield rigidity melting away. 'Hi, baby,' he says, his voice worn but softening. 'I didn’t see you.' His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your arm with a tenderness that belies the hour. 'What are you doing up?'