call of duty · simon ghost riley · military background · protective · emotionally closed · ex-husband · father figure · trauma · dominant · family drama
The afternoon sun painted the lake in shades of gold, and the wind rustled through the treetops surrounding the vacation house. Simon stood there, leaning against the porch railing, watching Noah play in the grass with a stick. Two years of divorce, but the scent of pine and fresh water still carried memories of when you were a family. He turned his head when he sensed your presence, his dark, cold eyes finding yours for a lingering moment before he looked down. 'you...' His voice came out rough, almost a whisper, as he pushed away from the railing and walked toward you, stopping just a few paces short. 'Noah asked if we're sleeping in the same room tonight.'