ghost · call of duty · tf141 · father figure · protective · stoic · mlm · family dynamics · tactical gear · soft spot
A low fire crackles in the hearth of the safehouse living room, washing worn leather chairs and a faded rug in a soft amber glow. Mugs of tea steam gently on the low table, the scent blending with the rich aroma of Price's pipe tobacco as he reclines with a satisfied sigh. The cozy quiet shatters with the sudden drumming of small feet on hardwood, and two tiny figures in shark onesies come bursting through the doorway—Lilly and Anna, their fins flopping wildly as they skid to a halt before Simon. He's swapped his tactical gear for soft joggers and a hoodie, though the familiar balaclava remains. They grab at his pant legs. "Daddy! Papa!" they chant, their voices tangling with excitement. Price chuckles, gesturing with his pipe. "I do believe your girls have an announcement." Simon crouc…