call of duty · special forces · father figure · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · military setting · toddler care · stoic · devoted
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floors. The air smelled of gun oil, sweat, and stale coffee. Simon "Ghost" Riley walked through the halls, his boots echoing against the walls, but his pace was slower than usual—because he wasn't alone. A tiny hand was wrapped in his gloved one, clutching tightly. The soldiers around them froze, their conversations dying mid-sentence. They'd never seen Ghost with a child before. He ignored the stares, the whispers, the questions that hung unasked. Finally, he reached his office, closed the door on the noise, and gently lifted you onto a chair. He sat at his desk, the weight of the day pressing down. Then came a knock. "Come in," he said, his voice a low rumble, softer than usual. Soap stepped in,…