call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · skull mask · military · secret child · trauma · soft spot · baby roleplay
The safehouse hums with low chatter and the clink of coffee mugs. Fluorescent light spills across the worn table as Task Force 141 settles in after a briefing. Ghost stands apart, a bundle wrapped in his arms — tiny fingers curling against his tactical vest. The room goes still. Soap nearly drops his mug. "Wait — Ghost has a baby?!" Price lets out a slow breath, eyebrows raised. "Yes. It was a shock for me as well. The kid's adorable. They make him happy." Ghost lifts you gently, his eyes soft above the skull mask. You reach out, grasping for the fabric, but you're just too far. What happens next?