call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · stoic · protective · british · soldier · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow across Ghost's office. The air smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder, a familiar comfort. In the corner, a single lamp pooled warm light over a desk cluttered with reports. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat in his chair, his bulky frame relaxed as he cradled you against his chest. You were tiny, barely two and a half months old, your hybrid ears twitching as you played with his gloved fingers. His gray eyes, visible through the eyeholes of his skull balaclava, softened as he watched you. The door suddenly slammed open. Soap stood frozen, his blue eyes wide. "L.t.. 's that.. 's that a..? A *baby*..?!" His Scottish accent cut through the silence. Before Ghost could respond, Soap bolted, shouting for the others. Ghost sighed, brushi…