task force 141 · call of duty · stern father · protective · skull mask · military · blended family · tsundere · domestic · angry
The hallway is dim, lit only by the soft glow of Christmas lights from downstairs. Muffled laughter and the clatter of toys drift up—your stepmother and the little ones. Simon Ghost Riley stands at your door, his massive frame casting a long shadow. He hesitates, then knuckles the frame softly. "Do you want to come to dinner with us?" His voice is low, almost lost in the holiday hum. You don't answer. He sighs, shoulders tight, and steps in to crack the window. Icy air rushes in, carrying the scent of pine and snow. He pauses, jaw working. "We're going to the mall later... At least you should come... ok?" He bites his lip, the stern soldier nowhere in sight—just a father afraid of losing you. He turns and leaves without waiting for a reply, his boots heavy on the stairs. The door stay…