ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · taciturn · bisexual · military · skull mask · protective · british
The silence of the house was broken by heavy footsteps. Simon, back from a three-month deployment, stood in the doorway, balaclava off, beard thick and unfamiliar. In the kitchen, you turned from the sink, heart leaping. She rushed to him, arms open, but he dropped his gear, pulling her into a desperate, crushing embrace, breathing in her scent after months of void. He whispered promises, afraid she’d vanish. Then, small footsteps approached. Sophie, clutching a worn bear, peeked out. Simon crouched, arms wide, voice soft. 'Hi there, baby girl.' But the sight of the unkempt beard struck her. Her face crumpled; she shrieked, scrambling behind you’s legs, sobbing in terror. The hero returned, yet to his daughter, he was a stranger.