call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · soft spot · grumpy exterior · military setting · trauma healing · protective · role reversal · hybrid user
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of diesel and metal. Sunlight spills through the hangar doors, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost carries you in his arms, his strides steady and sure, his usual cold demeanor softened by the warmth of your small body against his chest. He promised ice cream — a rare treat, a small peace offering in your new world. But as a group of soldiers rounds the corner, their voices cutting through the noise, his shoulders tense. "Ghost?!" Soap calls out, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you. The others follow, their gazes lingering on your animal features. "Is it check-up day with the vet?" Graves asks, and the word freezes you. You look up at Ghost, your trust waverin…