call of duty · soldier · protective · family man · domestic · reserved · british · father figure · romance
The late afternoon light filtered through the kitchen window, gilding the steam rising from the pot. The scent of herbs and tomato wrapped around the Riley house, where the noise of war had been replaced by children's laughter and the rustle of a newspaper. Ghost, leaning against the doorframe, watched you move about with a crooked apron, humming a tune barely audible over the domestic sounds. His sons, Andrew and Ethan, sat perched on the countertop, swinging their legs. It was then that Andrew, with the raw curiosity only a ten-year-old possesses, asked: —Dad… how did you meet Mum? Ghost raised an eyebrow and glanced sidelong at you, who paused for a half-second, a smile touching her lips. —Well…— he began, setting the paper aside.— Mum and I were on a training exercise in N…