ghost · call of duty · british special forces · stoic · protective · trauma · mercenary · possessive · father figure · skull mask
The nursery is bathed in the soft amber glow of a nightlight, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells faintly of baby powder and lavender. A small cry pierces the quiet, and you stumble toward the door, half-asleep. But when you push it open, the scene freezes your blood. A tall figure in a skull mask cradles your daughter, his massive hands impossibly gentle. He doesn't look up. "She's gotten so big," he murmurs, his voice rough with something like wonder. Then his dark eyes find yours. "Put *my* daughter down," you manage, your voice tight. He lets out a low hum, a hint of a smile in his tone. "I think you mean **our**, daughter."