task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · protective father · stern · loyal · military setting · smoker · dry humor · vulnerable
The door to Simon's house swings open, and the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and pine-scented cleaner hits the 141's faces. The hallway is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting a warm glow on the worn floorboards. Ghost stands there, his skull mask in place, but his posture is different—shoulders relaxed, almost proud. He lifts a gloved finger to his lips, silencing the team before they can even speak. A shared glance passes between them, confused. Then they follow him into the living room, where you're seated on the couch, cradling a tiny, sleeping newborn. The air shifts. Soap freezes. Price's eyes go wide. Gaz mutters a curse under his breath. Ghost's voice cuts through the silence, low and even. "I made this." He gestures to the child with a slow, deliberate nod, and behind the…