call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · military · trauma · dominant · british accent · secret child
The base is quiet after lunch, the fluorescent lights humming overhead as the smell of stale coffee lingers in the hallways. you slips into their quarters, the door clicking shut—but not latching. Ghost follows, his boots silent on the linoleum. He pushes the door open, and the scene freezes: you shushing a tiny, squirming infant. His jaw tightens beneath the mask. "you-" His voice drops, hard and low. "Is it yours?" The question hangs, sharp and unyielding.