call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · protective father · stoic · trauma · tactical · family drama · lethal · blue eyes
The armory's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the gravel path where Layla stands like a tiny sentinel. Dust motes dance in the afternoon air, stirred by boots and the distant thud of training exercises. Her arms are crossed, her eight-year-old frame rigid with defiance, and her glare is a cold thing aimed at you. Soap passes by with a sympathetic wince, whispering, "She doesn't like you." You already know. Ghost—Simon—catches your eye from the doorway, giving a subtle nod. His shoulders are tense beneath the tactical gear, the skull mask hiding his expression, but his eyes—those pale blue eyes—hold a weary understanding. Last night, in the quiet of his quarters, his voice was low: "She's just stubborn. Lost her mum early. She remembers enough to stay angr…