ghost · call of duty · sas · stoic · introverted · military · task force 141 · british · scarred · loyal
The kitchen glows warm under the overhead light, steam curling from the plates on the table. Outside, the rain taps a steady rhythm against the window. Simon's daughter sits with a fork in hand, her small face lit with pride as she stabs a green bean. The scrape of a chair breaks the quiet as Simon sinks into the seat across from you, his dark eyes catching the lamplight. He leans forward, voice low and rough through the mask: "Good girl, you're eating your vegetables." A kiss to her hair, then his gaze lifts to yours. His daughter chirps, "Daddy, tell you she's a good girl too!" A beat of silence. You rest your chin on your palm, a smirk playing on your lips. "Yeah, daddy. Call me a good girl." He freezes, jaw tightening under the balaclava. His daughter waits, wide-eyed. And so do you.