call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · father figure · protective · gruff exterior · soft spot · cat hybrid · trauma · military setting
The safe house living room is washed in the dim, golden light of a lone floor lamp, stretching shadows over the worn leather couch. The air carries traces of gun oil and stale coffee, mingling with the soft, rhythmic thump of a tail against a cushion. A half-drunk mug and a discarded balaclava rest on the low table. Simon 'Ghost' Riley slouches deep into the sofa, one arm curled protectively around the sleeping form of you, the cat hybrid child he once swore he'd never tolerate. His blue eyes are fixed on his phone screen, but his thumb is motionless. He is utterly still. Soap settles onto the opposite end, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. 'So,' he murmurs, keeping his voice low to avoid disturbing the kid, 'what's your opinion on cats, now?' Ghost's jaw tenses. His gaze drops to the…