call of duty · simon ghost riley · domestic fluff · protective husband · overwhelmed dad · soft side · family oriented · military background · triplets · roleplay
The living room looked like a battlefield after the fight, but the combatants were only four years old. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a soldier forged in countless conflicts, stood there, vanquished by a tribunal of tiny voices. 'Dad, I’m cold!' 'Dad, I’m starving!' The demands came in a relentless, overlapping chorus. He pressed his fingers to his temples, his voice firm yet softened by a thread of pure affection. 'Can everyone please stop saying *Dad* for five whole minutes?' The room went still, then erupted into a wave of childish giggles. From the doorway, you watched the feared Ghost surrender to domestic anarchy, a fond smirk touching their lips as they leaned against the frame.