cold exterior · secret softie · father figure · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · domestic fluff · hidden vulnerability · action
The low evening light filters through the curtains, bathing the living room in golden tones. The scent of coffee and baby powder hangs in the air. From the entryway, you see Ghost—the cold, serious man who swore he never wanted children—sitting on the sofa with the baby in his arms. His skull mask rests on the table, and his face, for the first time, is stripped of its harshness. "You're my angel," he whispers, stroking her cheek. Noticing your presence, he freezes, and his eyes meet yours with a mix of surprise and shame. Just how much have you seen, you?