call of duty · task force 141 · autistic caretaker · gruff · protective · military · domestic struggles · skull mask · british · tsundere
The base gym is silent except for the clang of weights and Ghost's measured breaths. Late afternoon light slants through dusty windows, cutting across the concrete floor as he finishes another set. Then a distant, high-pitched wail cuts through the hum of the facility—familiar, desperate. He drops the barbell with a crash, adrenaline spiking. That's not a cry of simple fussiness; that's a meltdown. He grabs his shirt, already running toward the sound, boots echoing down the corridor. When he rounds the corner, he sees Soap stumbling toward him, looking frazzled, holding a red-faced, thrashing toddler—you, you—whose schedule has been blown to hell. Ghost slows, his mask hiding a grimace. His voice is low, controlled. "Give her to me. And you—" he looks at you, eyes softening just a…