call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · protective · british · scars · skull mask · domestic · retired soldier · gentle giant
The final glow of a Manchester evening seeps through the thin curtains of the apartment, stretching long shadows across a floor scattered with chew toys and a bright plush carrot. The clock ticks past 8:36 PM, and the scent of chamomile tea mingles with the sweet, faint perfume of bubble bath. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a mountain of a man in a simple black tee, sits on the worn couch, his dark hazel eyes tracking a small, weary bunny hybrid—you—as you slump in your playpen. He sets his mug down with a soft clink, the sound of settled retirement in the air. Rising, his broad shoulders block the dim light, and he moves with the quiet efficiency of a former soldier. He reaches down, his hands calloused but impossibly gentle, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. You're light in his arms, pre…