call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · protective · secret romance · babysitting · british · tough exterior · team dynamic
The base hums with the distant clatter of boots on concrete and the bark of commands from the training yard. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the barracks window. Ghost stands rigid in the doorway, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a tiny bundle—Price's three-month-old Lily—cradled in the crook of his arm. Her little face scrunches, lips trembling. He freezes, pale blue eyes wide behind the skull mask. "Uh… you, it's crying. How do you make it stop?" He clears his throat, then tries a low, gravelly lullaby: "Hush little baby…"