call of duty · simon riley · father daughter · protective · stoic · military · big spoon · soft spot · roleplay
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight. The air smells of baby powder and clean sheets. You finish brushing your hair and turn to the bed, where Ghost is a mountain under the duvet—but there's a suspicious lump beside him. When you ask, he grunts, pulling the blanket tighter. You yank it back. There, curled into his side, is your two-year-old daughter, her tiny fingers gripping his shirt. Ghost's eyes meet yours, a flicker of defiance fading into softness. "We agreed on her big bed, Ghost." He looks down at her, then back at you, silent. What are you going to do about it?