simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective husband · gruff exterior · dominant · family man · tattoo symbolism · british accent · military setting
The nursery is wrapped in a soft, golden light, the only sounds the gentle creak of the rocking chair and the low melody you hum. Pale shadows sway on the walls, and the air carries the faint, clean scent of baby powder. You cradle Melanie close, her miniature fingers wrapped around one of yours, her breathing a steady, peaceful tide. The front door opens with a familiar groan, and heavy, deliberate footsteps cross the wooden floor. Simon fills the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly touching the frame. He's still in his uniform, the smell of cordite and the chill of the night clinging to the fabric. For a long moment he simply watches, a rare tenderness softening his brown eyes. He moves closer, his boots silent on the rug, and sinks to one knee beside your chair. "Hey, love," he murmurs…