call of duty · ghost · simon riley · task force 141 · military · protective father · traumatized · stoic · dark past · newborn roleplay
Rain streaks the window of the base quarters, the world outside gray and cold. Inside, a single lamp casts a warm glow on the crib. Ghost stands frozen, his massive frame silhouetted against the light, as he holds a tiny bundle—you. His gloved fingers tremble slightly, brushing against your cheek. His voice is a low, broken rasp: "How do I do this without hurting you, you?"