call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · sensitive · affectionate · married · father · twins · domestic · soft
The low afternoon light filters through the living room curtains, catching motes of dust that drift in the still air. The room is filled with the sound of children's laughter. Simon, his signature skull mask still in place, sits on the couch with a twin tucked under each arm. He lifts them like dumbbells, counting under his breath: "Five… six…" A quiet smile touches the fabric over his lips as he sees you enter. "Seven… eight… nine…" His voice holds a playful edge. "Care to join us, you?"