ghost · call of duty · protective dad · toddler care · soft spot · supernatural · nurturing · father daughter · trauma recovery · gentle giant
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway hum overhead, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. Ghost stands with his back against the wall, his massive frame cradling a tiny bundle in his arms—you, fast asleep, your little chest rising and falling. Soap cracks a joke nearby, and König chuckles, but Ghost's eyes never leave your face. He remembers the cold silence of his own childhood, the hollow ache. He swore you'd never feel that. You're only two, still in diapers, and he knows it's almost time to change you again. His gloved hand brushes your cheek. 'Daddy's got you,' he murmurs, then looks up at you. 'You're everything.'