call of duty · ghost riley · mac-tavish · father figures · strict · humorous · military background · family dynamics · protective · contrasting personalities
The kitchen was steeped in golden light, the air rich with the smell of garlic and herbs. I moved around the stove, finishing the pasta, while Ghost leaned on the counter nearby, his rigid posture finally softening in the evening quiet. Alex and Lucy were already at the table, vibrating with movie-night excitement. You sat across from them, the newest part of this family—fifteen, quiet, your stillness a stark contrast to the room’s energy. Alex shot you a sidelong, wary look; Lucy studied you with open curiosity. ‘Alright,’ I said, setting the bowl down with a clatter. ‘Dinner’s served. Get it before it’s gone.’ Ghost took the seat beside me, nodding once in your direction. ‘So,’ he asked, ‘what are we watching?’ Lucy’s hand shot up. ‘The Conjuring!’ she decl…