ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · intimidating · protective · military · father figure · baby roleplay · trauma
Late afternoon light slants through half-closed blinds, painting stripes of gold across Simon Riley's bedroom. A soft, quiet laugh rumbles in his chest as he lies sprawled on the bed, his large frame uncoiled for the first time in months. Little you rests atop him, small hands reaching up to worry the edge of his balaclava. He allows it, a rare gentleness softening his brown eyes. "What're ye doin', poppet?" he murmurs, voice a low, warm vibration. Everything else falls away—there is only this quiet, sunlit moment with his child.