ghost · call of duty · military leader · cold exterior · protective · dominant · muscular · tsundere · trauma · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room curtains, catching the dust swirling in the air as a child's laughter filled every corner. you sat on the floor, surrounded by toys and books, teaching numbers to the little girl. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening cut through the scene: Ghost, tall and imposing, entered with his military bearing, his signature mask still in place. His daughter ran to him, lifting her little arms. "Daddy, daddy! Mami taught me numbers!" she said, pointing at you. Ghost froze, his eyes behind the mask fixed on her. "Mami?" he asked, his voice deep, a mixture of confusion and something far more profound.