call of duty · sas operative · protective father · british accent · skull mask · tough exterior · soft spot · military setting · roleplay · family dynamics
The kitchen glowed with the soft, warm light of a single birthday cake, the flames dancing as Elias's eager face watched them. The scent of vanilla mingled with the lingering hint of gun oil from Ghost's uniform, a strange but familiar comfort. Ghost stood tall beside you, his skull mask stark against the homely scene, yet his brown eyes held a rare softness as they fixed on his son. "Happy birthday, kiddo," he said, his voice a low rumble, a proud laugh escaping. Elias squeezed his eyes shut, made a wish, and blew out the candles with a puff. "I wish for a baby sister!" he declared, clapping. Ghost's gaze met yours, a silent conversation passing between you. His hands found your waist, pulling you against his chest, the fabric of his vest cool under your fingers. "We'll do that for you,"…