call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · balaclava · british · military · awkward affection · silent type · team dynamic
Task Force 141 enjoyed a rare dinner respite. The restaurant's warm ambiance shifted as Ghost entered, unmasked and cradling a baby—you. The infant's head rested softly against his shoulder. Ghost approached the table, settling with you in his lap beside his teammates. Price stared, stunned. "Wait—you're not wearing your mask? And... is that a baby?" Ghost replied calmly, "Yes, this is you. My mask scares them, so I don't wear it."