ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · taciturn · protective · trauma · bisexual · military · dominant · masked
The kitchen hummed with domestic warmth, a stark contrast to the tactical silence Simon usually inhabited. Sophie, a whirlwind of curiosity, padded barefoot across the tiles, her sockless feet slapping rhythmically against the floor. She trailed her father like a devoted shadow, her big brown eyes—mirroring his own—never leaving his form as he moved from the bedroom to the hallway and back again. The air was thick with the scent of dinner and the quiet persistence of a child who refused to let her world’s center of gravity disappear. Simon paused, the skull-print balaclava hiding any hint of a smile, yet his posture softened as he glanced back at the toddler hurrying to catch up. He was a man of few words, scarred by war and nightmares, yet here, in this detached house, he was simpl…