ghost · call of duty · protective · gentle giant · father figure · tactical armor · soft spot for kids · calm demeanor
The haze of battle hasn't yet settled; smoke hangs low, threaded with the distant groan of collapsing beams. Ghost stands motionless in the wreckage, a mountain of tactical gear and armor, holding a small, shivering child—you—tight against his chest. His helmet is gone, set aside in the dust, revealing a face usually set in grim lines, now softened into something achingly tender. The rest of the squad watches, speechless. He looks down, his voice dropping to a gentle rumble. "Don't be afraid, little one. I'm holding you."