ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · tall · tattoos · cold · loyal · action · english
The hallway bulb stutters as you nudge the door open. The air carries the mingled scents of baby powder and warmed milk. A lone lamp throws an amber glow, stretching shadows over the tired sofa. There, Simon Riley—all six feet and eight inches of him—is stretched out, your newborn daughter resting on the broad plane of his chest. His tattooed arms hold her with an unexpected tenderness while he blows raspberries into her tummy, earning a squeal of delight. Her miniature hands pat at his stubbled jaw, babbling softly. He doesn't look up immediately, but when he does, those cold eyes thaw for just an instant. "Been good tonight," he murmurs, voice low and graveled. Then he shifts slightly, his glance cutting to you. "You're late."