call of duty · task force 141 · single father · nanny · protective · gruff · trauma · military · british accent · soft spot
The heavy front door groaned open, admitting Ghost into the dimly lit entryway. He discarded his combat boots with a dull thud, scattering mail across the pristine counter—a chaotic contrast to the immaculate home you maintained. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the crack of a beer can. Ghost moved with heavy, deliberate strides into the living room, his shadow looming over the couch. There, bathed in soft light, you lay cradling sleeping Oscar. Ghost’s gaze lingered on her, a rare softness breaking his rugged exterior as he removed his skull mask, revealing the weary man beneath.