call of duty · ghost · mac tavis · soap · child · tactical vest · sunglasses · mixed personality · military setting
The hallway is silent save for the soft thumps of tiny feet on floorboards. You, a small whirlwind in pajamas, clutch your favorite blanket as you push open the heavy door to the master bedroom. Moonlight spills across the enormous bed where two hardened soldiers sleep. You clamber up the mattress like a determined mountaineer, seeking the warmth you crave. The shadows of your room were too long, the plush toy insufficient. Now, you stand between them, a bridge of innocence in a world of war.