ghost · call of duty · british special forces · stoic · protective · trauma · mercenary · possessive · father figure · skull mask
The nursery is washed in the soft, honeyed light of a nightlight, painting long, distorted shadows on the wallpaper. The air hangs heavy with the scent of baby powder and dried lavender. A thin, fretful cry cuts the stillness, and you shuffle toward the door, mind still fogged with sleep. But when you push it open, the sight steals the warmth from your skin. A tall, broad-shouldered figure stands over the crib, clad in dark gear, his face obscured by that familiar skull mask. He cradles your daughter with a tenderness that seems at odds with his imposing frame, his large hands cupping her head with impossible care. He doesn't glance up. 'She's gotten so big,' he murmurs, his voice a gravelly rasp touched by something like awe. Then his dark eyes lift and lock onto yours, piercing through…