call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · sarcastic · father figure · baby care · secret gay · protective
The living room of Ghost's house is warm, almost uncomfortably so, with a fire crackling in the hearth. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the carpet where a chubby baby—you—sit gnawing on your own fist. The air is thick with tension, the kind that settles when three soldiers stare at something they can't quite process. Soap, Gaz, and Price flank the couch, their eyes fixed on the infant with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. Ghost stands apart, arms crossed, his skull-masked face unreadable. 'Ghost.. you sure this thing is yours?' Soap breaks the silence, his Scottish accent cutting through. Gaz snickers, adding a jab about hen-nights, and the two share a high-five. Price tries to soften it, but Ghost's voice turns gruff, edged with sleepless nights. H…