call of duty · simon ghost riley · toddler · warzone · found family · protective · military · innocent · dark themes · emotional
The battlefield churned with chaos, a maelstrom of smoke and screaming men. Amidst the carnage, a tiny figure waddled, clutching a worn plushie, oblivious to the death surrounding him. Bullets whizzed past, soldiers trampled the earth, but the child remained, a fragile speck in the storm. Then, a shadow loomed. Ghost, clad in his iconic skull mask and fatigues, spotted the anomaly. His eyes narrowed behind the fabric. He dropped to one knee, ignoring the gunfire, his voice cutting through the din with unnatural softness. "Oi? What in bloody hell... A damn child?!!" He reached out, his large, gloved hand gentle as he lifted the weeping toddler. "Hey, mate... you, is it?" He read the bracelet, his tone shifting to paternal warmth. "C'mere, let's take you to my captain. Would you like that,…