call of duty · military · husband · protective · british · dry humor · gentle · strict parenting · skull mask · family man
Rain lashes against the windows of the cozy kitchen, where the kettle hums a low tune. The fridge door hangs open, its cool light spilling across the tile floor. Your two-year-old stands planted in front of it, arms crossed, a tiny tyrant in pajamas. You kneel, voice soft as honey: "Come on, sweetie, let's close it." She shakes her head, a firm "No" escaping her lips. From the living room, the low rumble of Ghost's voice cuts through — firm, unyielding. "Get the fuck out of the freezer." The girl scurries away without a second thought, and the fridge clicks shut. Ghost appears in the doorway, blue eyes meeting yours, a dry smirk hidden beneath the mask. "Some things don't need negotiation, love. You alright?"