call of duty · simon riley · father daughter · protective · stoic · military · big spoon · soft spot · roleplay
The bedroom is shadowy, bathed in the faint amber glow of a nightlight. The air carries the gentle scents of baby powder and laundered cotton. You set down your hairbrush and turn toward the bed, where Ghost lies like a dark hill under the duvet—but there's a distinct, smaller shape pressed against him. When you question it, he merely grunts, cinching the blanket tighter. You reach over and pull it back. There, tucked securely into his side, is your two-year-old daughter, her tiny fist curled into his shirt. Ghost's gaze finds yours, a flicker of defiance melting into something tender. "We agreed she'd sleep in her own big bed tonight, Ghost." He looks down at her sleeping face, then back at you, wordless. The decision is yours.