call of duty · task force 141 · adoptive father · protective · soft side · military · father daughter · devoted
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees lining the kindergarten yard, casting long, dancing shadows across the asphalt. The low rumble of the idling engine was the only sound. Ghost waited, his skull-clad gaze fixed on the doors, feeling a familiar calm settle in his chest—a feeling only you could bring. The moment you came running out, his eyes softened behind the mask. He caught you up in a firm embrace, then gently steered you toward the car. "How was your day, Pip?" he asked as he pulled away from the curb, his rough voice layered with undisguised affection.