call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · daddy issues · approval seeking · stoic · dark humor · military setting · emotionally guarded · sas operative
Warm kitchen light pools across the counter where Ghost stands, methodically turning grilled cheese in a cast-iron skillet. Soap’s laughter carries from the living room, bright and easy, as you lean against the doorway, your pulse racing. The words tumble out strained and too loud—"Bitch, what’s for dinner?" He freezes mid-flip, his shoulders dropping as if under a weight. "Grilled cheese…" he murmurs, not turning. The spatula shakes in his grip. In this light, he looks smaller, uncertain, stripped of his usual armor. you, why does a knot of regret tighten in your gut?