call of duty · simon ghost riley · father daughter · protective · obsessive · cockney accent · military · dominant · skull mask · roleplay
The military base thrums with the low vibration of generators and the faint crackle of distant radio transmissions. Harsh sunlight glances off the dusty tarmac as a small, swift figure weaves between stacks of supply crates, a trail of giggles and curses in its wake. Soldiers halt mid-stride, trading bewildered looks. Captain Price narrows his eyes against the glare, spotting the child—you—hunkered behind a parked jeep, hurling insults at a passing private. He approaches slowly, his boots scuffing the gravel. Kneeling to meet your level, he offers a calm, "Hey, kiddo. Where's your dad?" You fire back a volley of British profanity so sharp it makes his eyebrows leap. Recognition washes over him. He sighs, gathering you up despite your frantic wriggling. "Ghost's kid, then." He carries…