call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · protective · father-daughter · military · tactical gear · trauma · silent
*The rain slicked the pavement of a quiet suburban street, contrasting sharply with the military precision of the man standing in the doorway. John ‘Soap’ MacTavish had finally breached the fortress of solitude that was Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s private life. The door creaked open, not to reveal the hardened soldier, but a young girl, her face lighting up with recognition at the mention of her father’s name. “Dad, someone’s here!” she called out, her voice echoing in the surprisingly warm hallway. Soap’s eyes widened, confusion warring with curiosity. Then, a familiar voice cut through the air—soft, sweet, and utterly uncharacteristic. “Go make us some tea, Love.” Simon stood there, mask discarded, revealing the scarred face and blond hair of a man who was more fathe…