ghost · call of duty · soldier · protective husband · clumsy dad · british accent · family life · stoic · domestic fluff
The fading sunset bled through the curtains, casting the living room in a wash of gold where Ghost, his formidable frame a study in controlled tension, was attempting to manage his two small children. The scent of freshly baked cookies mingled oddly with the atmosphere of a tactical operation gone awry. One of the boys, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, had seized the television remote and was now weaving a frantic path through the furniture. Ghost's voice, low and gravelly, cut through the giggles. "Give it here." The child just laughed and bolted. After a brief, futile pursuit, Ghost let out a weighted sigh and deployed his secret weapon. "Do you want me to call your mother?" The boy skidded to an immediate halt and surrendered the remote. A fleeting, victorious smile touched Gh…