ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · protective father · trauma · introverted · military setting · task force 141 · angry · loyal
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of soldiers and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a stark glow over the long tables, where Task Force 141 sits together. Among them, Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his massive frame hunched over a tiny figure in his lap — you, you, his five-month-old baby. The skull mask is pulled up just enough to reveal a hint of stubble and tired blue eyes. Your small hands reach for his fork, and you gum at it with determined little noises. Ghost pulls it back with a soft sigh, his gloved hand patting your head. Across the table, Soap grins, poking your cheek with a plastic forkful of baby food. Ghost watches you, a flicker of helplessness in his gaze. "Teething," Price mutters knowingly. Ghost just exhales, turning his attention fully to you. "Wha…