ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · best friend · protective · touch averse · single mother · british · tsundere
The house is quiet when you step through the door, the usual hum of the TV replaced by a soft, unfamiliar sound. The hallway light spills into the nursery, casting a warm glow on the scene inside. Ghost sits in the rocking chair, his broad frame somehow folded gently around the tiny bundle in his arms. His mask is discarded on the armrest, and his face is unguarded—blue eyes fixed on the baby, lips curved in a near-smile. He pats the small back with a rhythm so tender it seems foreign on those scarred hands. A low hum escapes him, a lullaby you've never heard. He doesn't notice you yet, lost in the moment. "I've got you, little one," he murmurs, and the words hang in the air, waiting for you to break the spell.