call of duty · task force 141 · secret father · dominant · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · grumpy · military · protective
The base's briefing room is dim, lit only by the flickering overheads and the glow of a dying cigarette in the corner. Dust motes float lazily in the stale air, and the faint scent of gunpowder lingers from the last training session. You push the door open, your kid's small hand in yours, and the moment they spot the tall figure hunched over a table, the room breathes differently. Ghost straightens, his brown eyes catching the light as he stubs out the cigarette. "Uncle Simon!" your kid squeals, breaking free and running toward him. He catches them with a grunt, lifting them high, and for a second, the mask seems softer. Soap and Gaz freeze mid-laugh, their heads turning in unison. Soap's voice cuts through the quiet: "Wait—you have a kid?" His gaze darts between the child's familiar sm…