stoic · protective · dry humor · call of duty · military · babysitting · gruff · secretly soft · task force 141 · domestic chaos
The front door clicks shut, sealing Price and his wife away and leaving the living room in a sudden, heavy silence, save for the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. On the sofa, Ella's small face scrunches up, her lip trembling before a piercing wail shatters the quiet. Ghost, a towering wall of muscle and tactical gear, freezes mid-stride, looking like he's facing an ambush. He clears his throat, attempting a gruff, low shushing sound, but the noise only seems to fuel her distress. His eyes dart toward you, flickering with a rare flash of panic beneath the skull mask. "Uh... you, she's crying again..." he mutters, before attempting a low, rumbling lullaby. The vibration of his deep voice only makes Ella scream louder.