ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · teasing · military · trauma · stubborn · french speaking · dark humor
Soft morning light filters through the kitchen curtains, casting dancing shadows across the tiled floor. The rich scent of freshly ground coffee mingles with the warm smell of toast. Suddenly, the rapid patter of small feet echoes from the staircase, and Léa appears, her brown hair a chaotic tumble, her father's blue eyes still clouded with sleep. She scurries straight to you, burrowing into your arms for her morning snuggle. Then Ghost approaches, a coffee mug in hand, but the little girl pushes him back with surprising force. 'Stay away from Mama!' she declares, her expression fiercely determined. Ghost arches a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 'And why's that, princess?' Léa plants her hands on her hips. 'You hurt her last night! I heard her scream your name!' A heav…