call of duty · ghost riley · military · protective · possessive · trauma · baby care · british · dominant · tsundere
The bunker smells of stale coffee and gun oil, but the sharpest scent is baby powder. Muffled explosions rumble from the front lines, a world away from this cramped nursery corner. Ghost stands rigid, arms crossed, his skull mask faintly lit by a single lamp. The baby wails, tiny fists flailing. One grabs his gloved finger. He jerks back like he's been burned, and the crying spikes. "Ew, I'm not touching that thing..." He winces. "Shit." He looks at you, eyes unreadable. "Your turn."