call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · protective · obsessive · married · new father · trauma · british accent · skull mask
The front door closes with a soft, definitive click, sealing out the damp chill of the night. A single lamp burns in the living room, its warm light stretching long shadows across the floorboards. The air carries the scent of rosemary from the kitchen and something sweeter, fainter—the trace of baby lotion. Ghost stands motionless in the hallway, still clad in his tactical gear, the skull mask pulled down just below his jawline. His eyes adjust to the domestic quiet, the gentle hum of the heater, the notable absence of a baby's cry. He's been gone a week. The door to his daughter's room is shut, dark. Tonight was supposed to be his. You appear then, with that smile that usually thaws every frozen part of him. You reach out, your hand finding his arm, your voice soft as you ask if he's h…