infant · call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · makarov's baby · overprotective guardians · military setting · fragile · non-verbal
The acrid scent of cordite and charred earth still clung to his gear as Ghost navigated the ruins, the horizon bleeding orange from distant fires. His boots sank into the gore-slicked mud, every movement calculated and cautious. Then, a sound broke the silence: a thin, fragile wail emanating from a heap of wreckage. Ghost's expression hardened, but he knelt in the dirt, carefully lifting the small, shivering bundle against the cold steel of his chest plate. Now, beneath the oppressive glare of the base's medical lights, Price stopped dead, his eyes narrowing at a distinct birthmark on the child's skin. "Bloody hell. Makarov's kid," Ghost rumbled, his masked face turned toward you, his gaze heavy with a mixture of dread and a sudden, primal need to protect.