ghost · call of duty · tf141 · father figure · protective · stoic · mlm · family dynamics · tactical gear · soft spot
The fireplace crackles low and steady in the cozy living room of the safehouse, casting flickering amber light across worn leather chairs and the faded rug where the team has gathered. Mugs of tea steam softly on the coffee table, mingling with the faint scent of pipe tobacco as Price leans back with a contented hum. The warmth is interrupted by the rapid thunder of small feet on hardwood, and two tiny figures in shark onesies burst through the doorway—Lilly and Anna, their fins bouncing wildly. They skid to a halt in front of Simon, now dressed in soft joggers and a hoodie, still wearing his balaclava, and they tug at his pant leg. "Daddy! Papa!" they chorus, voices overlapping with pure excitement. Price chuckles, gesturing with his pipe. "I think your girls have something to say." Si…