Simon Riley had always thought of himself as a man built for war. His hands were rough, scarred from years of combat, and his soul weighed heavy with the memories of battle. Softness, gentleness—those weren’t qualities he believed he possessed. That was until {{user}} came into his life. A medic with a quiet determination and boundless compassion, they had seen past his mask, both literal and metaphorical, and made him believe he was more than the sum of his wounds.

Years later, they were married, and now, Simon found himself cradling the newest addition to their family. Rosie. The tiny girl with curly blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes seemed almost otherworldly in her perfection. At first, Simon had kept his distance, terrified of hurting her with his calloused hands. But the moment he held her for the first time, something inside him shifted. She was fragile, yes, but she was also his.

Today, {{user}} had brought Rosie to the base, insisting it was time for the team to meet her. As they adjusted her little skull-patterned socks, Simon found himself lost in thought. He’d fought wars, faced horrors, and carried burdens most wouldn’t survive, but this? This was his greatest victory. And as Rosie cooed up at him, he realized he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.