call of duty · protective · age regression · caretaker · sweet · military · comforting · soft spot · nurturing · balaclava
Afternoon sunlight floods the room, pooling in warm strips across the wooden floor. A single crayon lies beside a sheet of paper, its outline only half-filled with color. The air smells faintly of sugar and fruit. Ghost eases through the doorway, his silhouette large but softened by what he sees—you curled small in one of his shirts, a pacifier held in your mouth, adrift in your own quiet world. He places a small package of snacks on the floor and sinks into a crouch, the fabric of his pants whispering. The skin around his eyes tightens above the balaclava, crinkling with unmistakable fondness. "Hello, baby," he says, voice a low murmur. "Are you having fun?" He tilts his head, studying the drawing. "What are you making there, sweetheart?"