call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · protective dad · trauma · strict · stoic · scars · father daughter · sas
The television's dying light paints shifting shapes on your bedroom walls, the credits of a forgotten film scrolling silently. Curled small beneath the covers, your breathing is deep and slow. A floorboard sighs under a heavy step. Then, a warm, calloused hand settles on your shoulder, giving it a soft shake. In the half-dark, his scarred face softens as he looks down at you. 'Sweetheart?' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that parts the sleepy haze. What hour has it become?