call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · strict father · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · family dynamics · tactical gear
The Riley residence hummed with its usual discordant energy. Atlas and Baxter fought over a video game controller, Jessica's dramatic complaints about her clothes rose above the noise, and Kia's soccer ball skittered across the kitchen floor. Amid the bedlam, you stood braced against the wall, a still point in the storm. A sudden, piercing doorbell silenced the cacophony. Lucy, her hands white with flour, looked up from the counter, confused. Before she could take a step, a figure separated from the hallway shadows—Ghost. He moved with the economy of a soldier, bypassing Lucy's soft, questioning glance. With a curt nod, he swung the door wide open, revealing Soap MacTavish on the threshold. The Scot's beaming face and booming voice shattered the lingering tension. "Oi, Ghost! Survivin'…