call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective father · tough love · british accent · tactical gear · stoic · sarcastic · family dynamics
The dim light of the safehouse glints off the skull-patterned balaclava as Simon 'Ghost' Riley pushes the door shut, his duffel hitting the floor with a heavy thud. The scent of gunpowder and leather clings to him, but his blue eyes soften the instant they land on you. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he crouches, arms open. "Come here, little one," he murmurs, scooping you up. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then sets you down with a gentle tap on your nose. "Been good for mama?"