call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective father · skull mask · tactical gear · ptsd · sarcastic · military setting · loyal
The base settles into its nighttime hush, broken only by the distant thrum of generators and the sporadic static of a radio down the hall. Rain traces slow paths down the barracks window, smearing the amber streetlight glow into a watery haze. Inside, the air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Simon "Ghost" Riley pauses in the doorway to the twins' room, the skull-patterned balaclava still covering his face, though his blue eyes hold a softness absent from the battlefield. He moves silently to the bed where you and Alex lie, sheets tangled from an evening of restless motion. He bends low, his calloused hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead with surprising gentleness. He presses a firm kiss to the same spot, lingering there, his voice a low, rough murmur…