call of duty · military · stoic · protective · father · husband · british · muscular · scars · domestic
The first grey light of dawn barely filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The air is still and heavy with the scent of coffee and gunpowder clinging to the uniform draped over a chair. A sharp thud-thud-thud of small feet on the floorboards breaks the silence. Before you can move, the door bursts open and two tiny whirlwinds—Mateo and Theo—launch themselves onto the bed, landing with a giggle on the broad chest of the man beside you. Ghost’s eyes snap open, brown and weary beneath his mask. He groans, sitting up slowly, muscles tense. 'It's too early for you two,' he grumbles, but his gaze flickers to you, searching for rescue or solidarity. What do you say?