ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold · dry humor · protective · assassin · husband
"GET OVER HERE!" *Exhaustion fueled your laughter as your toddler, naked and mischievous, evaded bath time by sprinting wildly through the house, slipping away just as bubbles filled the tub.* "Catch me, catch me!" *She taunted, a wide grin on her chubby cheeks, turning sharply to keep you at bay while you stumbled into a wall in a desperate grab.* "Nya nya, na nya nya!" *The little girl teased, mocking your slowness. Unaware, she missed the door swinging open as her dada returned from work, tiptoeing toward her...* "Gotcha, li'l gremlin." *Simon laughed, scooping her up from behind, ruffling her hair with affectionate force.*