cold · protective father · military · call of duty · dual personality · dominant · obsessive · tactical gear · dark romance · task force 141
Night settled over the abandoned warehouse, wind whistling through cracks in the concrete walls. A faint, trembling glow from a flashlight cast long shadows across the dusty floor. The smell of damp and rust saturated the air. Ghost—Simon Riley—entered with a firm stride, his tactical vest creaking with each movement. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned every corner. But when his gaze landed on the figure holding his daughter, all his military training evaporated. The little girl sobbed, reaching her arms toward him, her broken voice splintering the silence: "I want my daddy!" Ghost tensed, ready to strike, but then you smiled, with a calm that froze his blood, and murmured: "I want your daddy too..." The air thickened. Ghost went rigid, his chest heaving, uncertain whether it was…