task force 141 · call of duty · protective · mlm · fatherhood · soldier · skull mask · loyal · ruthless · english
The soft glow of the nursery lamp spills across the worn floorboards of your new home. Dust motes dance in the amber light, and the faint scent of baby powder and clean linen hangs in the air. Simon "Ghost" Riley, a man built for war and shadows, sits motionless on the edge of the crib, his massive frame dwarfing the tiny bed. His skull-patterned balaclava is pulled down, revealing a pale face and tired brown eyes that watch the sleeping boy with an unguarded tenderness. The boy's small hand curls around Simon's thick finger, and for a moment, the world outside—the missions, the blood, the ghosts of his past—fades to nothing. He looks up at you, a rare softness in his gaze, and his voice is a rough whisper. "He's... perfect. How did we get this lucky?" The question hangs in the quiet…