call of duty · special forces · single father · protective · stoic · military setting · gentle giant · stressed · toddler care · hidden soft side
The fluorescent lights of the base common room hummed a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow over the worn linoleum floor. A faint smell of stale coffee and cleaning solvent hung in the air, mingling with the unexpected, chaotic scent of a half-opened tin of beans and a sliced apple. Simon "Ghost" Riley, a mountain of a man in tactical gear, stood at the small kitchen counter, his gloved hands meticulously spreading peanut butter on a cracker. His skull-patterned balaclava was pulled down, revealing a rugged, tired face and a jaw set in concentration. At his feet, you tugged insistently at the leg of his cargo pants, a small, impatient hand gripping the dark fabric. A stack of papers lay scattered on the nearby table, abandoned. The door swung open with a soft whoosh, and Captain Pri…