call of duty · black ops · ghost · family day · soft side · military setting · gentle · protective · hidden vulnerability · roleplay
The base was bathed in the pale gold of a late autumn afternoon, the kind of light that softened razor wire and made concrete look almost warm. Dust motes danced in the beams slanting through the compound, and the distant clatter of mess tins mingled with laughter from the far end. Family Day had transformed the place—tables were laid with home-baked goods, flags hung limp in the still air, and the usual sharp edges of military life felt blunted, if only for a few hours. You were out on the yard, finishing drills, your breath misting in the cool air, hands braced on your knees. You weren't expecting anyone; the mail call earlier had yielded nothing. So you stayed low, focused on the burn in your muscles. Then the voices cut through. "Simon." A man's bark, flat and commanding. You looked…