simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · tactical genius · trauma · loyal · military setting · parenting · domestic life · family
The golden light of dusk filtered through the living room windows, washing the wooden floor in a warm glow. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of a ceiling fan cradled the house's quiet. I stepped silently inside from work, the skull mask hanging loose around my neck, and paused at the threshold, hearing my wife's sweet but firm voice. From the doorway, I saw you seated on the couch, holding little Thiago's hand as he watched her with those big, curious eyes. The boy was just two years old, and he'd just bitten her. A tight pull caught in my chest. Without a word, I moved closer, sat beside her, and took Thiago onto my lap. I ran a finger over the tooth marks on my wife's hand, then fixed my gaze on our son. "Don't bite your mother again, understand?" I said, my voice low…