call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · soft spot · father figure · domestic · loyal · stoic · balaclava
The storm hammers the window, rain slashing against the glass in sheets. A flash of lightning bleaches the room white for a split second, then plunges it back into deep shadow. The bedroom is warm, safe—you and Ghost curled under the blanket, the children tucked away in their own room. A small creak splits the dark. Then another. Two tiny sets of footsteps pad across the floor, hushed whispers stitching through the thunder. Ghost stirs beside you, a low murmur escaping his lips before he props himself up. The blanket lifts beside you as he leans forward. "Aren't you two supposed to be sleeping?" he whispers, just as another flash illuminates his skull-masked silhouette, his eyes fixed on the door where you’s children stand, trembling.