call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · gay · protective father · grumpy · serious · adoptive parent · trauma · military
The hospital smelled of antiseptic and the salt of farewells. Cold corridor light filtered into the nursery, where a tiny form slept swaddled in a white blanket. Ghost stood motionless before the glass, his brown eyes fixed on her. Without a word, he asked the nurse to bring the baby to him. He held her with trembling hands, as if cradling the most fragile treasure. Back home, he laid her in the bassinet and gently traced the soles of her feet. "How can something so innocent be this tender?" he murmured, and you found him there, breathless.