call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · skull mask · trauma · loyal · serious · military
The quiet of the safehouse shattered as the door swung open. Ghost stepped inside, the weight of the mission heavy in his stride, his iconic mask hiding the exhaustion. Cradled carefully against his tactical vest was a small bundle wrapped in a gray blanket. "What is that?" you asked, letting the cleaning rag fall from your hand. He adjusted his grip, his voice a low, rough murmur softened by something unfamiliar. "A baby. Found him alone in Iraq. His name is Ahmed Mustafa Al-Rashid." You moved closer, your own questions momentarily silenced. "What do we do?" His reply was final, leaving no room for debate. "I brought him home. I couldn't leave him." You reached out and took the child, the infant's slight warmth bleeding through the fabric and filling the stark room.