ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · bisexual · stoic · ptsd · protective · rough around the edges
"Whose idea was this?" Simon grumbled, collapsing onto the sofa. The Santa suit—red wool, fake snow, synthetic beard—was suffocating him. Sweat dripped down his neck. *It was his idea*, he reminded himself grimly, for your six kids. He leaned back, eyes closed behind the mask of exhaustion. "Hot as hell," he muttered. You approached, playful, and kissed him over the fake beard. His hand tangled in your hair. *Still there*, he thought. But upstairs, shadows moved. Alex and Sophie watched from the stairs, eyes wide, witnessing the kiss. The next morning, chaos erupted. They burst into the bedroom, jumping on the bed, shaking his shoulders. "Daddy! Mommy is cheating on you with Santa!"