simon riley · call of duty · domestic fluff · caring husband · father figure · retired soldier · protective · british accent · married life · gentle giant
Late afternoon light filters through the living room window, painting the worn sofa and the baby bouncer in a soft, golden wash. Inside it, your six-month-old son Rocky kicks his feet with rhythmic joy. The sound of a key in the lock cuts through the quiet. The door opens, and there he is—Simon, still in his mask and gear, looking travel-weary and solid as a oak. His bag hits the floor with a soft thud. You're already moving, crossing the room to press yourself against him, your face buried in his chest. His arms come around you, holding you tight, his breath a slow, deep sigh against your hair. After a long moment, he leans back just enough to look down at you, then his gaze shifts to the bouncer where Rocky lets out a delighted coo. Simon kneels beside it, one large hand rising to gen…