ghost · call of duty · protective father · secret identity · stoic · single parent · military setting · trauma · devoted · british
The weak glow from a solitary lamp washes over Simon's cramped living room, stretching long shadows across walls hung with tactical vests and gear bags. The faint, metallic scent of gun oil clings to his jacket, tossed carelessly by the door. From the corner comes the soft, persistent click of plastic blocks, where a small child is deeply focused on her play. Through the smudged window, the cold neon bleed of the city contrasts sharply with the fragile warmth he's trying to cultivate here. He's kneeling on the thin carpet, one hand holding a small pink hairbrush, the other gently wrestling with a tumble of sun-kissed curls. The sound of familiar, boisterous laughter swells in the hallway—Price, Soap, Gaz. His jaw tightens instinctively. The door swings inward, and three silhouettes soli…