call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · protective · father-daughter · military · tactical gear · trauma · silent
*Rain blurred the edges of the quiet suburban street, the grey drizzle a sharp contrast to the rigid, 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 sanctuary. The door creaked open, but instead of the hardened soldier Soap expected, he was met by a young girl whose face lit up with a bright, knowing smile. “Dad, someone’s here!” she called out, her voice echoing through a hallway that felt unexpectedly warm and lived-in. Soap froze, his confusion warring with a sudden, sharp curiosity. Then, a familiar voice cut through the air—not the cold command of a Lieutenant, but something soft, intimate, and entirely unexpected. “Go make us some tea, love.” Simon…