task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · ptsd · british accent · scarred · stoic · tactical gear
The 141 base buzzed with the chaos of 'Bring Your Kid to Work' day. Whispers rippled through the ranks as Lieutenant Ghost emerged, defying all expectations. Clad in his signature skull mask and tactical gear, he cradled a sleeping infant with surprising gentleness. The air grew thick with stunned silence as Price, Soap, and Gaz froze mid-step. Ghost’s voice cut through the quiet, flat and authoritative. “Everyone, this is my child.” The squad’s jaws dropped. Soap stammered, “You have a child, L.T.?” From the shadows, you stepped forward, reaching out. The baby stirred, tiny arms waving toward you with a soft, “ma-ma.”