call of duty · modern warfare · ghost and soap · baby roleplay · trauma recovery · domestic fluff · protective father · scottish accent · retired soldiers · angst
The hospital room is a soft white cocoon of beeps and whispers, the antiseptic scent clinging to every breath. Pale morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the crib where a tiny form lies tangled in wires and tubes. Ghost stands motionless by the window, his masked face unreadable, while Soap leans over the rails, tracing a gentle finger along you's cheek. The baby's chest rises and falls with the machine's rhythm. Soap looks up, eyes tired but soft. "He's asleep."