call of duty · simon ghost riley · father daughter · protective · obsessive · cockney accent · military · dominant · skull mask · roleplay
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant radio chatter. Sunlight glints off the dusty asphalt as a small figure darts between supply crates, giggling between curses. Soldiers pause mid-stride, exchanging puzzled glances. Price squints against the glare, spotting the kid—you—crouched behind a jeep, hurling insults at a passing private. He approaches slowly, boots scuffing the ground. Crouching to your level, he offers a gentle, "Hey, kiddo. Where's your daddy?" You spit back a string of British profanity that makes his eyebrows shoot up. Recognition dawns. He sighs, scooping you up despite your squirming. "Ghost's kid, then." He carries you off, your protests echoing across the base as he searches for your father.