#dad!cod

Robby was constantly all smiles and giggles from the very start. Rarely crying and when he did it was for someone to hold him.

He was oddly affectionate also

Those weird open mouth baby kisses had been something Simon had grown used to. The smell of slight baby spit up and slobber always seemed to meet his cheek whenever he had his son in his arms, even when he still had his mask on when he just gets outside of base to meet up with the two of you.

Which most would assume would annoy the stoic LT, having a babbling baby press their drooling self onto him. But it was the opposite.. He adored it even if his son he had to wash his face often.

He loved his son, every weird part of him. He saw his boy as a reflection of what he always wanted to be. What he always wanted to have..

He adored it

But what Simon adored the most was his son laughing at the most random things..

Just how Simon was sitting in the livingroom, lounged back as he sorted through the mail. Grumbling a bit as he saw the stacks of unless things in his name.

Taking another peice of junk mail he ripped it in half.

Before hearing hysterical laughter, turning to his son who was in his bouncer.

"You having fun there lad?" Simon chimed as his son laughed up a storm. Assuming the bouncer was what got him laughing. Before he grabbed another peice of mail and ripped it to be thrown out.

Then Robby began to laugh again.

Simon raised a brow before he ripped up another letter. Robby breaking out in laughter again.

"Is me ripping up trash funny?"

He almost had to suppress his own chuckle before he ripped another letter as his son laughed once more, so hard it made his little face red.

Simon kept this up for a bit, making sure to take breaks so his son could catch his breath.. Even if he didnt realize he had ripped up a few bills in the process..

Everytime you set a plate on the table infront of yohr three kids that was all you would hear.

Your three kids had been nothing but complaining and it was driving you up the wall.

Simon Bless him did his best- Curbing the attitude when he was there. Which made them all shut up and eat.

But he wasnt always there..

Tonight you had made a baked pasta dish with a side of asparagus.

But the three children had been complaining non stop. Simon telling them to shut up and eat as he shoveled down another fork full.

"But Dad I dont like asparagus-"

"Yeah its Gross and-"

You finally slam the spatula down on the countertop making all of them jump.

Warmth was gathering behind your eyes for a moment.

You felt like you were suffocating and it made you feel like you had to be doing something wrong..

However you collected yourself then. Rolling your shoulders back before turning to look at your family, Simon still mid Bite and your three kids staring at you wide eyed.

Wiping your hands clean with a near by paper towel.

"Fine you guys win- I wont cook anymore"

"Simon"

Your husband looked to you, confused as he set down how fork. But you gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Its all yours"

The three of them all perked up- See Simon always ordered take away when it was him with meals

But that wasnt the case here-

What your kids were about to learn..

There are things worse then hell

And it was Simon cooking

See Simon grew up in the worse conditions worse then any living being could or should.

So his cooking skills reflected this-

Survival and nothing more.

This started with the next morning when the kids came down to the kitchen table and their faces went to shock horror

Oats, scrambled Eggs, fat and something orange mixed into one pot- It looked like some sort of gruel that would have been served to prisoners in medieval times. Speaks of the clumps of egg mixed in with the oatmeal stuck out most as Simon got a spoonful of what you realized was tomato ketchup and put some on each of the bowls before putting it on his own.

Johnny was the first one to break then and there.

It took a single smell of his breakfast to shake his head- very quickly signing.

"Im sorry Mama. I wont complain anymore"

Johnny was quick at this as he accepted the breakfast you made quickly.

Hazel and Rose looked at each other as they watched their brother tap out.

Hazel almost angrily beginning to eat the slop as her face scrunched between bites.

Rose looking at the bowl before she took a spoonful like her sister and ate it. A chill going down her body as she chewed- looking to her father with a face of almost horror as she watched him eat whatever this was without as much as a twitch.

And the silence was suffocating.

Lunch is when Rose broke. Simon grabbing his go to whenever he was out and about- a MRE, luckily thrown into a plastic bowl and microwaved instead of the pouch it was normally heated in.

Both girls looking at the bowls of indistinguishable brown in the brightly plastic bowl.

Rose stirred it once with a spoon, Her eyes actually swelled up and she bursted out into tears- Sitting there at the kitchen table with the open MRE.

You are standing there covering your face and laughing hard in silence.

"Jesus Christ Simon..."

Simon sighed as he took the bowl from her.

"What I gave her the good one too-"

Hazel-

Now Hazel was Simon's stubbornness and your attitude wrapped in one.

Once again in dead silence ate the military meal. Making sure to glare at Simon as she ate it with a soured face.

By dinner however.. The waters began to ripple.

Simon sat across the table from Hazel.

The two of them in a staring contest-

Infront of them a microwave monstrosity that Simon was eating and having gotten seconds of. Some form of pasta, Mayo, canned vegetables, a pack of canned sardines and half melted cheese slice.

Hazel sat there staring at the bowl.

"...You're just making this gross stuff as a punishment.."

Simon took another bite of the monstrosity without a flinch.

"This food is somethings id eat often.. I didnt have a Mum who would make me meals. Who went to the market. Who could teach me to cook-"

Simon said calmly, Staring his daughter in the eyes as he saw the flash of guilt. Mixing the bowl softly as she understood. Before taking a bite and grimacing.

"Im sorry ..Im still gonna apologize to Mum in person but... A-After I eat with you"

He thought it was him talking through his ass since he always seemed to favor his daughters over his sons.

But now-

Now Simon understood...

He now deeply- Deeply understood that warning.

Simon stood in the grocery store. Leaned against the trolly as he read through the list you had texted to him boredly.

Johnny was sent out to grab some noodles, Hazel went to Grab almond milk and Rose was with him in the produce grabbed random vegetables and fruit you had wanted.

"What the fuck are you planning to make with half this shit-"

He mumbled before glancing up.

Thats when he saw it, The grown man- he'd think around his 50's if not a tiny bit older by the peppered silver in his greasy hair, with his head cock to the side ever so slightly to look at his little girl-

Simon feeling his stomach twist and the taste of bile in his mouth when he realized what the fucker was looking at.

He was looking at Rose's arse-

The man's darkened sick eyes running over her figure dressed in her baggy jeans with blue embroidery to match the white shirt with blue butterflies- seeing how she went through the tomatoes with expert hands- the man's lips curling up as he watched her neon orange painted fingers pick through the fruits-

Simon felt like he was seeing his worse nightmare..

The flash of images went through his head- the extraction missions he had seen, rescuing little girls and boys from creeps like this.. there- shivering on concrete floors bare to the world.

A chill going down his spine as his worse fear popped into his mind...

'What if they got put in one of those places- Were creeps like this could peak a-an'

He felt light headed at the horrible idea of his three babies in such a state.

Then.. man took a step forward towards Rose- almost sliding over with a half chub able to be seen through his far too old trousers.

...No...

There it felt like Simon Riley took a back seat in his own brain. Instead LT. Ghost took the wheel-

And that wheel lead to grabbing the man by his throat and squeezing as he began to throttle the fucker.

A loud squeal left the man as Simon slammed him to the ground- Rose jumping in surprise as she saw her Dad quite literally choking a man to death.

"Daddy!!?!"

"SHES 12 YOU SICK FUCKER!"

Ghost continuing to strangle the man with an iron grip- The creeping feeling of nothing but pure rage fueling him. Any rational thought that any soldier should have suddently blew away revealing only the worse of what war could do to you.

Unbreakable want for blood and fury.

"I WONT LET YA TOUCH HER! YOU CANT TAKE THEM!"

Ghost roared, as began to slam the man's skull into the laminate floor hard.

It was like Ghost saw this man grab his kids, prepared to chain them and rip the joys in his life between his fingers, take the happiness from his bleak life and snuff them out with horrors. The sound of the skull to the floor haunting- Rose quickly rushing over screaming at her Dad to let the man go.

Rose saw this almost crazed panic in her fathers eyes- a look she had only seen a few times, when he would come home from a long mission and need his 'rewind time' as you had always said.

The commotion had brought others near- Including Hazel who had dragged Johnny with her.

Now the other two going and trying to pull their Dad away. Which ended up succeeding when Johnny kneeled down so his dad could see him and grabbing his forearm to pull away from the now bleeding man.

Rose made her Dad look at her as he tried to calm down. She said softly tears still in her eyes, Simon was still seeing red as he panted- as if the world had narrowed down and he felt like his gun should be on his hip.

But Rose squeezed his hands gently- something you often did to bring him back.. Hazel hugging him tightly also crying a bit and Johnny out of breath looking at his father with those matching eyes that reflected back at him in only panic.

And slowly, Ghost began to fade. As if the three of them had washed his hands clean leaving fresh hands and mind instead.

Simon blinked, as he felt his sense come back and a shaky breath leave him.

Stumbling a bit as store employees and other civilians rushed to the unconscious bleeding man on the floor.

"Its okay... you three are safe.."

He mumbled softly as he kids stayed to him calmly him as he mumbled that sentence to himself.

All three of them looking at each other confused and worried by their fathers mumbling.

After that the police had arrived- obviously.

Simon sat down on the bench of the Aldi as the police went around taking statements and surveying cameras.

You were called immediately as you spoke in place of your husband as he sat there zoned out.

His children all around him, as he made sure they were seated almost squished too close as if at any moment someone may snatch them away.

It was ironically a godsend that Simon had reacted- the man apparently had some warrants in this type of crime.

That and your smooth words could slap on mental distress into the mix due to Simon's military background as well as having a bit of a favor with the Constable. It helped make sure Simon didnt leave in cuffs.

Thank God.

However jailtime was the least of your worries.

Especially as you saw that still spaced look on his face while seated with your guys children. His lips moving in a soft mumble.

You walked over to your husband. Kneeling down infront of him as you took his face in your hands similar to what Rose had done.

"Simon?"

Your voice was soft, making his eyes meeting yours as guilt went through them.

"...He was staring at Rose.. And was going to take her.. I-I.. I couldn't let him take her.. I didnt mean to scare them"

He said softly, so softly that you were sure only the five of you could hear him.

Nolding softly in understanding, you gently guide him up. The children standing as well as you all walk out the store.

The ride home was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Just everyone winding down it felt like-

Once to the house Hazel and Rose both taking one of their father's hand as they lead him inside and seated on the couch. Simon gently holding their hands as he looked to them, both girls standing there staring at him as they hand his large callous hands with his little lad Johnny there having followed his sisters.

He seemed to relax. Before waving you and Johnny over to him- which both of you silently did.

Thats when he just gathered all of you together. Wrapping his arms around you all as his bulky frame and brought his family to him.

Relief finally truly settling over him.

Around two inches long that cut perfectly at an angle leaving a nasty look as well as having his bottom lip just uneven enough to show a tiny bit of his gums.

Anytime he had his mask off that scar was the first thing people saw and the first thing they would ask about.

Not the tattoos on his knuckles or anything like that. It was that famn scar.

'How did you get that scar?'

Was always the first thing put people's mouth.

For a while he would get irritated and tell them to mind their own buissness- but after a while he would just say random stories.

It had then turned into a running gag after a few years.

Each story was different, each more dramatic from the other. So given his line of work most people had assumed ot just HAD to be one of those.

'He took a grenade to the face and some shrapnel hit him'

'He had a knife fight with a Russian agent'

'He had gone to a prison undercover and got into a fight with some cartel boss'

'A cinderblock hit him when a building exploded'

Each ridiculous but different.

He would say the story in such a deadpan way it may people doubt just enough if this version he said was the real one.

However non of them were- you knew..

Oh you knew-

He wouldn't ever say the real way he got that scar. Since it had possibly one of the most embarrassing thing to happen to him on happiest day of his life.

It had been when you two had your courthouse wedding..

You two had gotten married in a courthouse at the far too young of age of 19- he had been in the military for 3 years, after escaping his homelife to start something new- the two of you having met when you were both 17 then decided to get married some time later for no good reason but teenage love.

Was it rushed?

Yes

Was it young and dumb?

Absolutely

Did either of you regret it?

Never.

There in the courthouse. Simon in a button down shirt and trousers from a cheap department store and you in a white sundress with a bouquet of baby's-breath and white lilies from the local grocery store 3 blocks down.

The two of you all smiles as you looked to each other, infront of the woman acting as the officiant.

"Do you, Simon Riley take (Y/N) (L/N) as your wife?"

"I do"

"And do you (Y/N) (L/N) take Simon Riley as your husband?"

"I do"

There you two slipped on wedding rings from the mall Jewelery store. Holding hands tightly before sharing a kiss with the officiants blessing then signing the papers.

After that, you two practically ran out together. The two of you all smiles as you passed the other waiting couples in line.

"I cant believe it! How do you feel Mr. Riley?"

"Like I got the most beautiful bride Mrs. Riley"

You giggled, hand and hand with your now husband. Who was equally all smiles.

"So on our way to the Pub for some Cele-"

Simon had stumbled then- cutting off his own sentence, somehow tripping over his own two feet as he ungrateful as ever tumbled face first down on solid stone stairs. The old England courthouse steps having decided that he would get to taste all 15 of them as he flipped into a perfect scorpion pose with a unholy cracked voice squeal to the bottom.

"OH MY GOD SIMON!?"

You screamed and as quickly aa possible in ballet flats went to get your husband of 15 minutes down from the bottom of the stairs.

Kneeling down you went to scoop up the block of a man. He sat up, face utterly covered in blood- he was wide eyed in total shock. His nose was clearly broken by the unnatural angle it was in along with his mouth a total mess.

"Fuck!"

He yelled out, The security officer near by who had saw the whole thing rushed over to you two- while you ran inside to steal as many paper towels from the courthouse bathroom to shove into your husbands face as he cursed up a storm to keep his eyes from watering. A Taxi was called to the nearest hospital as you held tissues practically in Simon's mouth.

"How did you trip!?"

"I dont fuckin know!"

The taxi driver watching the two of you in the rear view mirror as you were getting essentially covered in blood while Simon's shirt was definitely a loss cause.

Rushed into the hospital the two of you sat in the hospital hallway on a stretcher bed sincw no rooms and a pissy nurse stitching his lip closed and giving the information for a plastic surgeon.

The two of you sat together in the hospital. Shell shocked and covered in blood essentially from head to toe. Simon also with an icepack on.

"Well.. This is definitely a day we will remember forever-"

You mumbled, looking to Simon who nodded softly- his face already starting to bruise and swell.

"Think it's gonna scar?"

"Ehhhh Probably"

He looked to you- before chuckling. Lowering his head.

"So much for wanting to take some wedding photos eh?"

You gave a unattractive snorting laugh and nodded.

"Saves us 200£"

Simon sighed as he leaned back, closing his eyes with a groan.

"I cant believe My wedding day and 2 weeks out from my first big assignment and I look like I got my ass handed to me"

"I dont know you could wear a mask or something till it heals up"

"Wear a mask? Fuck 'm I that fuckin ugly now?"

He looked at you as he wrinkled his busted up nose. You shoved his shoulder playfully. Rolling your eyes.

"Just till it heals! You said you wanted to do that special forces stuff anyway. Ive seen they wear that kind of stuff in movies. Besides its only till you dont look like stairs kick your ass"

Simon laughed at this, shaking his head as he softly kissed you, which you gladly returned. Despite the fresh stitches and swelling-

That had been 10 years ago, 10 years of long nights, of petty fights, of children that kept you up all night and of unbelievable love.

So everytime you saw that scar or heard the different spun story of that scar. All you could do was smile into your drink or wherever you were as Simon would glance back at you for a second.

Arriving the whole family was excited to see your first born. Of course however, You wanted your dad to meet him first.

Truthfully your father was quite a.. Comedian of sorts and him and Simon shared a similar taste in terrible humor which is what made them quite close.

You pull back the little tent on the carrier showing your son. Who was in his pale blue train onsie, a matching hat and gloves.

Your Dad sits there in his chair, Looking at your baby and then back at you-

A weird look goes across your face as you don't know why he isn't saying anything. Before you dad speaks.

"...That is the whitest damn baby I've seen? The Fuck (Y/N)?"

Simon pivots to the side real fucking quick as he starts to try and hold in his laughter as hard as possible but his shoulders were shaking.

"Dad!"

"Not even a drop! You couldn't squeeze a bit of color into this boy? After all I gave you to work with"

He coos as he picks up your son who rubs his gloved hands over his face before settling against your father, You standing there slack jawed.

"H-Hes fine!" You defend now red faced as Your father shakes his head in false disappointment.

"Caucasian- Caucasoid. The darkest thing on him is the got damn train on his shirt. I dont know how the fuck you won Simon but you sure beat my ass in the gene pool"

Simon is essentially crying from silent laughter at this point, you quick to smack his arm as you peel the hat off your son showing the short tufts of curly hair.

"See! Look at his hair- He is just light skinned. Don't be an ass please?" You all but beg- however you knew you were asking too much when your Father gave a sarcastic smile.

"Yes he will darken from white to beige"

Simon wheezes at this point leaning against the closest wall. Your father gently patting your sons back and looking at the thin curls on his head.

"So you made me a Justin Timberlake 2.0 as a grandson?"

You hear your poor husband now breaking out in pure laughter doubled over as you stare at both of them angrily.

Hazel

• His fighter and his attitude, Wrapped up in the beautiful bundle that was his Hazel.

• Hazel was the most like him in terms of his fighting spirat, While he had simmered down greatly over the years he saw it everyday in his daughter.

• She carried herself with a sense of pride and strength that he couldn't be more proud of.

• Hazel was the defender of the triplets, being the one to fight if anyone dared pick on her other siblings

• Simon had to pick her up from school far too many times for fighting-

• Simon did had to teach her how to control herself, Having to show her different ways to channel her temper- And the best way he found was Boxing

• Simon still kept in shape, not wanting to get weak as time did him in- So he kept up some heavy workouts. So he had the two of them go to the Boxing gym together

• There she blew off steam and trained with him. Well into her late teens she did this picking up MMA as well on her own.

• "Dad I want to go into the military-" She said, firmly as she lowered her arms from the boxing bag. Her fist still in the skull hand gloves he bought her for her 18th birthday. Simon freezing mid set and looked at her-

• "No-" He said simply, before going back to the bag.

• Hazel glared at him but didn't say anything else but went back to the bag herself. Simon assuming the conversation was over.

• He was going through the mail and sees a Royal Marine letter, assuming it's his he opens it and sees its an acceptance letter for Hazel and her date to start basic.

• Was he proud? Of Course

• Was he also angry that she had hidden this from him, went behind his back and disobeyed him? ABSOLUT-FUCKING-ELY

• Him and Hazel have the argument of the centry- But he was able to calm down enough to hear her out and makes her promise that she won't do anything dangerous as a job- She agrees..

• Then immediately goes in for Special Forces Operations like he did and Simon damn near has a stroke and is ready to drag his daughter by home when he learns of this.

Rose

• Rose- His little princess. His sunshine and rainbows child.

• She is the dreamer of the trio, Always imagining new things.

• She is also the artist- Has Simon cleaned enough crayon, paint, pencil from the floors and walls to last a lifetime? Yes- Has he bought thousands of dollars worth of supplies and made his credit card cry.. Absolutely

• But Simon loves every painting, statue and drawing imaginable. Keeping them in his office- Even if he doesn't understand artsy things he will smile and thank Rose

• Rose is also his hiking buddy- The two taking a weekends to explore new hiking trails together. Which he uses to rip his daughter away from the grips of the crows of boys that seemed to drool over his precious girl.

• Due to her naturally bubbly and sweet nature she gets a lot more attention from boys then Simon would like-

• "I don't like the boys that try after you, You know what they want-" He said in a warning tone, already irritated at the idea of them sniffing around his little girl.

• "W-Well...Daddy what would you say if I didn't like the boys either-?" She said softly, almost at a whisper- The irritation Simon felt damn near flying out his body.

• Simon looks at her quietly, trying to gauge her reaction only to see she was doing the same-

• "So- You don't like boys? What about girls?" He asked softly, unsure of any other way or working it. Her cheeks turning a flushed pink at this-

• "I see-" He said calmly, Patting Rose's shoulder as they made it over the steep hill of the hiking trail. The two looking over the beautiful scenery before them

• "Same rules, We have to meet her and her parents and No closed doors" He said simply and with a hint of a smile on his face. Rose smiling as well and nodding-

• Simon is secretly overjoyed to learn his daughter likes girls, he finds it mentally easier. Meets his daughter's girlfriend and will take her along with him hiking.

• She ends up as a Art Teacher, While he didn't understand he absolutely supported it happy she had found her calling.

Johnny

• Johnny is his Mini-Me and his lad.

• Seeing as your genes didn't even fucking try with Johnny it was just like you copy and pasted Simon. Blonde hair, light eyes and only a shade or two darker then his father. Other then that he got nothing from you-

• He adores his Son and feels proud of him everyday he lived and breathes.

• Johnny still refuses to speak, remaining mute but Simon is fairly certain it's by choice which he respects.

• Simon and him sitting next to each other as you argue with Hazel about something stupid, Johnny discreetly reaching up and taking off his hearing-aids to not hear anymore.

• Simon has to suppress a laugh-

• Johnny often goes hunting with Simon, especially since he's the most into the outdoors besides Rose.

• Is oddly a perfect hunter- Has very quiet steps and is smart with a gun.

• Him and Johnny are sitting in some trees waiting for the elk to go by, Johnny staring out into space a bit as he holds his rifle and thinks.

• Simon seeing this grabs a piece of bark and tosses it at him to get his sons attention. 'Whats wrong?' Simon signs, Johnny sighing lightly.

• 'I guess, just thinking-' Johnny signed. Simon nodding his head for the teen to continue.

• 'Do you wish I wasn't deaf? I could have been military like you, I couldn't have done a lot of things. Like speak.. Does it bother you?'

• Simon felt surprised by this- Shaking his head quickly. 'No-'

• 'No- I do not care about if you are deaf or dont speaak, it doesnt matter to me. You are my Son- I'd have never let you go into the military either way, I don't want any of you to experience what I have. I want you to live good lives, and long ones not just for me and your mother. But for your name sake. So no, it doesnt bother me' Simon signed, feeling the burn in his chest at remembering his fallen comrade and his sons namesake.

• Johnny sat there, his hands twitching as he tried to think what to say but couldn't. Instead just smiling softly with a nod, turning back to see some elk coming into the clearing.

• The two hunted in peace that night not a word spoken between the two of them.

• "Why the long hair?" Simon ask, noticing the lack of haircut from his boy in the last few months. Johnny shrugs and signs 'Growing it out, Going to see if I like it'

• Never cuts it again- Much to Simon's annoyance