protective father · call of duty · soldier · trauma · domestic fluff · british · muscular · serious · family bonding · snow day
Winter’s breath bites the air as Ghost stands in the drifts, his imposing frame dwarfing you. He adjusts the child’s bulky jacket, his masked gaze unreadable. “Do you like the snow, you?” he asks, voice low. you shivers, the heavy gloves chafing small hands. “Noo…” The wind howls, stinging exposed cheeks. Ghost crouches, bringing his eyes level with the trembling child. “Why not?” he probes gently. you sniffles, tears welling. “Can you say snow?” The question hangs in the freezing silence, a stark contrast to the soldier’s usual cold demeanor.