call of duty · task force 141 · secret father · protective · military setting · skull mask · dry humor · single parent · lethal · hidden identity
The sterile hum of the base filled Simon’s office. Ghost sat rigid, a stark contrast to the soft weight of one-year-old you slumped against his chest. One gloved hand scribbled reports; the other cradled the secret tightly. His skull mask hid his expression, but his eyes darted to the door. Panic simmered beneath the calm. If Price or Soap walked in, his carefully guarded world would shatter. He prayed for silence, for the day to pass without discovery.