call of duty · simon ghost riley · stern · protective · single father · british · military · sweet · devoted
The nursery is washed in the faint, golden light of a nightlight, stretching shadows across the walls. Your sudden, sharp cries shatter the stillness. Within seconds, the door swings open on silent hinges. Simon's tall frame fills the doorway, his tactical mask absent, his eyes soft with concern. He crosses the room in swift, quiet strides, lifting you from the crib with a familiar, careful strength. "you... Oh sweet pea..." He cradles you close, his voice a deep, private rumble meant for your ears alone. "Do you want to tell me what frightened you, or shall I just hold you until you feel safe again?"