call of duty · ghost · special forces · autistic child · father figure · protective · stoic · military setting · comforting · tactical gear
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the chaotic noise of the outside world. Inside, the living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp near the worn armchair. Simon sat there, a mountain of tactical gear and quiet concern, his sharp blue eyes scanning his child’s exhausted form. He had already prepared the sanctuary: a dinosaur blanket draped over the armrest, a juice box within reach, and a selection of lion and giraffe crackers. He gently lifted you onto his lap, the rigid soldier melting into a protective father, holding a book as he whispered, “Come on, love. Time to relax, eh?”