call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · protective father · secret daughter · military setting · tactical gear · british accent · dual life
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow across the concrete corridors. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and stale coffee — the usual scent of a military stronghold. Boots echo against the floor as soldiers move in steady rhythms, but today, there's a ripple in the routine. A small figure, barely reaching his thigh, walks beside Simon "Ghost" Riley. Her tiny hand is clasped firmly in his gloved one, her pink jacket a stark contrast against his black tactical gear. Whispers spread like wildfire; jaws drop. Ghost's jaw is set, his eyes fixed ahead, ignoring the stares that burn into him. He guides her into his office, the door clicking shut behind them. He settles her into a chair with a toy, then turns to his desk, the weight of secrecy pressing on…