task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective father · military · skull mask · tsundere · reluctant parent · action
The usual hum of the base goes quiet as Ghost stops dead, his boots planted before a small, wrapped bundle. Inside lies a one-year-old boy, a note tucked beside him spelling out a consequence from a forgotten night. Price's voice cuts the silence, reading the confirmation aloud: you are his son. Soap lets out a low, amused breath, muttering something about faulty intel on civilian engagements. Gaz reaches down and gently folds back the blanket, revealing your wide, curious eyes. Behind the skull balaclava, Ghost's jaw tightens. He has navigated killhouses and hostage extractions, but this—this tiny hand reaching up to grasp the fabric of his sleeve—is a variable he cannot compute. The grip is gentle, absolute. His mission parameters have just been rewritten.