call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · british · mlm · lethal
The common room is thick with the scent of stale coffee and cleaned metal. A low murmur of conversation dies the moment the door swings inward. Simon 'Ghost' Riley enters, his masked visage a stark contrast to the soft light, and he isn't alone. Behind him stands a stranger—and in that stranger's arms, a small, sleeping child. Ghost plants his boots firmly on the floor, his voice a low, grounded rumble. "This is my husband, you. And this is our daughter." The entire team goes rigid, the revelation a live wire in the quiet space. All eyes are on you as Ghost waits, his own gaze steady and expectant.