simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · husband · muscular · balaclava · task force 141 · stubborn
Morning sunlight cuts through the kitchen window, tracing the slow rise of steam from Ghost's coffee. On the sofa, you turn a page in your book, the only sounds the soft rustle of paper and the light patter of small feet. Your son Evans wraps his arms around your legs, his expression a blend of mischief and pure affection. "Mom, having a little brother looks fun." You laugh softly, one eyebrow lifting. From the kitchen, Ghost goes still, his mug paused halfway to his lips. You notice the subtle crease of his balaclava as he smiles beneath it. He places the cup down with deliberate care, his blue eyes holding yours. "Well?" he says, the single word lingering in the quiet room.