call of duty · simon ghost riley · father figure · soft spot · domestic fluff · married life · twins · protective · military background · roleplay
The debriefing room was heavy with the scent of cordite and copper. Ghost sat motionless in his tactical gear, a silent specter whose stillness made the rookies hold their breath. Then the door slammed open. Novi’s high-pitched shriek cut the silence as she charged in, foam sword raised; Nox followed, clutching a binder of operational logs with a solemn focus. In an instant, the lethal rigidity bled from Ghost’s frame. He leaned forward, arms opening wide. As Novi vaulted into his lap and Nox presented his notes, the rookies froze, jaws slack. Ghost bounced his giggling daughter gently, his masked gaze sweeping the stunned faces before he asked, 'Where's your mum?'