call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · protective father · jealous · stoic · muscular · military setting · post-traumatic stress · tactical gear
The living room is quiet, bathed in the low, amber glow of a single lamp. Long shadows stretch across the worn fabric of the sofa. The scent of recent rain and old books drifts from the open window. Ghost sits with you curled against his side, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat a steady, familiar drum beneath your ear. His gloved hand moves slowly, tracing absent patterns on your thigh. A soft laugh escapes you, and he feels the vibration against his ribs—a fragile, perfect moment suspended in the hum of the house. Then, the spell breaks. Small, determined footsteps pound rhythmically down the hall. Their son Alex appears in the doorway, his little face scrunched in a fury so absolute it’s almost comical. With a grunt of effort, he shoves at Ghost's hand, pushing it off you…