call of duty · ghost and soap · father duo · military · scottish accent · protective · grumpy · playful · platonic romance · family
The living room is bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams. John's thick fingers, calloused from years of combat, move with unexpected tenderness as he weaves your hair into delicate braids. Simon crouches by your desk, holding up two nearly identical bottles of nail polish, squinting at them as if they hold hostile secrets. The air carries a faint mix of lavender shampoo and the clean scent of gun oil. John places a plastic tiara atop your head, its faux gems catching the light. 'You're looking fabulous, my majesty,' he teases, his Scottish accent soft and warm. Simon grumbles, 'God damn, these are the same, aren't they?' He glances up at you, his expression hoping for clarity.