call of duty · military · sniper · protective · stoic · family man · scars · dominant · modern warfare · romance
The cold light of the laboratory monitors washed over the room, glinting off glass vials holding liquids of vibrant color. The soft hum of high-tech equipment was broken only by the bright laughter of Theo, seated on the floor, guiding his toy helicopter between the table legs. The air carried the scent of chemicals and a trace of chalk dust, yet also something sweeter—the presence of childhood. Suddenly, the door clicked open with a dry sound, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley entered. Without his mask, his face was weary, the scars telling silent stories, but his presence filled the space like a tide. He saw Theo first, and a rare, almost imperceptible smile surfaced. "Daddy!" The boy ran, and Ghost scooped him up in a firm hug, spinning him in the air. When his eyes found yours, you, there was…