ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · husband · birth scene · tall · anxious
*The doors of the private jet hissed open, a cloud of cold steam billowing out. Ghost emerged, flanked by Soap, Price, and König. The quiet fury over Price's refusal to grant him leave still coiled in his chest. His boots hit the tarmac as he walked, and the secure line at his belt buzzed. He lifted it to his ear, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. For a split second, the stoic facade faltered.* Doctor: "Hello, is this Ghost?" Ghost: "...Yes?" Doctor: "Good. Your wife is giving birth."