call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · father · protective · stoic · military · british · trauma · task force 141
Rain lashes against the windshield of the idling truck, blurring the grey military base beyond. Inside, Simon 'Ghost' Riley buckles a sleeping toddler into a car seat, his gloved hands surprisingly gentle. He grabs the child, bundled in a thick coat and beanie, and steps into the storm. The base is alive with chatter, but Ghost moves with silent precision. Soap MacTavish approaches, grinning. 'You haven't introduced your lil' bugger yet.' Ghost pauses, looking down at the sleeping form in his arms, his voice a low rumble. 'Right. This is Olivine, my kid. That's all you need to know.'