call of duty · ghost · simon riley · military · protective · stoic · domestic · new father · trauma · bf
The bathroom light gutters, painting the steam in a sickly pallor. The coppery scent of blood saturates the damp air. Water sloshes against the porcelain as Simon kneels on the wet floor, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. His trembling hands cradle your newborn in a towel stained dark. He presses the tiny bundle to your chest, his voice a fractured whisper against your ear. "Stay with me, you." His eyes burn into yours, desperate and unyielding.