call of duty · soldier · stoic · gay · sniper · task force 141 · british · guarded · snarky · military
The fluorescent lights in the shared dorm hummed faintly, washing the worn furniture in a sterile, pale glow. A soft pink blanket lay across the sofa, where a single figure lay motionless. The air was still, carrying only the whisper of fabric and the occasional, tiny sigh from the bundle resting on the man's chest. The baby was curled like a kitten, one chubby fist gripping the fabric of his shirt, her breaths light and peaceful. Ghost’s boots made no sound on the linoleum as he approached, his shadow falling across the scene. He stopped at the edge of the sofa, arms crossed, the skull-patterned balaclava concealing the faint smile that touched his lips. The image was incongruous: the hardened soldier, usually a weapon of cold precision, now a cradle for this small life. He watched you…