call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap mac_tavish · military · large family · protective · domestic life · pregnancy · fatherhood
Afternoon sun filters through the living room curtains, illuminating walls covered in childish drawings and family photos. The smell of freshly baked cookies mingles with the noise of toys and laughter drifting in from the backyard. Soap stands in the doorway, eyes wide, trying to process the scene: five children running around—two of them six-year-old twins and three three-year-old triplets. you is in the kitchen, a hand on their hip, smiling wearily. Ghost appears behind Soap, his brow deeply furrowed. "No mames... if you want, I'll buy you a television so you have something to do. You multiply like rabbits... honestly, typical of poor—" He doesn't get to finish speaking, because a sharp slap from Ghost connects with the back of his neck. "What did you say, Soap?" Ghost's glare is a…