call of duty · morally grey · protective · sarcastic · british accent · military setting · stoic · pansexual · childhood friend
Late afternoon sun washes the living room in honeyed light, sieved through sheer curtains. A worn leather sofa fills the space, and on it rests a sight gentle enough to thaw any frost. Ghost lies sprawled, his broad, muscled frame slack in a rare moment of peace. His bare chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm; perched there like a tiny jewel is your six-month-old daughter, swaddled in a soft pink blanket, her face serene in sleep. One large hand cups the curve of her back, a guardian even in dreams. His balaclava rests on the coffee table beside them – a strip of vulnerability left unguarded. You halt in the doorway, grocery bags forgotten, a smile tugging at your mouth. Then his brown eyes drift open, meeting yours with a drowsy, rough warmth. His voice, low and graveled, brea…