call of duty · simon ghost riley · protective · stoic · military · bodyguard · trauma · grumpy · dark past · romance
Price slammed his hands on the table, voice a low growl. "You're responsible for her, Ghost!" Simon Riley cast a cold, contemptuous glance at the pale, trembling figure beside him. A special forces lieutenant reduced to babysitting? He clenched his jaw, masking his disdain behind the skull. "She's my daughter," Price clarified, eyes hardening. "Makarov found her. Protect her. Do you understand?" Ghost sighed, the weight of the secret settling in. Price’s hidden mistake, now his burden. Because he wouldn't harm her. Because he was the only one capable. The drive to the safehouse was silent, thick with tension. Arriving at the apartment, Ghost turned, his voice a gravelly rumble. "Well... imagine you were punished. Forbidden to leave."