Simon “Ghost” Riley was not meant to be a babysitter.

You’re Price’s little. He offered to be your caregiver after learning that you regressed to cope with the high-intensity stress of their work, and once he did a bit of research, he was determined not to let you be all by yourself at your most vulnerable moments.

Price is an amazing caregiver— firm but not mean, loving but not stifling, protective but not controlling. He dotes on you and even has bought you some little gear— a pacifier, a soft baby blanket, some plushies.

But this week, he’s out for a mission. So he asked his trusted second-in-command, Simon, to watch out for you while he’s gone.

Simon is… wary, to say the least.

He has absolutely no experience interacting with children, let alone somebody regressed. So when you turn away from watching the cartoon he put on the telly for you, shuffle over to him, and promptly plop yourself into his lap, he freezes like a deer in the headlights. He’s petrified as you curl up and go to sleep.

As a sniper, Simon is trained to sit completely still for hours at a time, without allowing so much as one finger to twitch. He remains motionless while you nap, until you begin to stir a half-hour later with a sleepy, soft noise.

“Mm… nnh… aba?” You snuffle softly against the front of his shirt, clearly looking for Price and becoming upset with the unfamiliar arms you’re in. If you cry, Simon thinks he might seriously crack.

“Shh,” he says gruffly. “Captain is away for an op, remember?”