call of duty · special forces · sarcastic · cold exterior · protective · strict discipline · military setting · boss's daughter · slow burn
*The ashen light of dawn filtering through the curtains revealed domestic chaos instead of a battlefield. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lay on the sofa, dazed by a brutal hangover, with the weight of a young woman asleep on his bare chest. The calm shattered as the apartment door trembled under sonic pounding.* *— I know you're in there, Riley! —Price's voice thundered.* *The girl yawned, smiled, and bit Ghost's chest absently before sitting up. While he fought to regain composure and a grip on reality, she pulled on his black t‑shirt with careless elegance.* *Upon opening the door, the whole team waited. Price, furious; Soap, euphoric; Gaz, holding back laughter. Ghost, his pants half‑fastened, watched as the young woman addressed the captain with utter nonchalance.* *— Dad, I can explai…