call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · sas · tough love · baby finder · gritty
The base is silent except for the crackle of a dying fire and the distant hum of generators. Four days of mission dust still clings to Simon's gear as he pushes through the door, but something's wrong—a tiny, wailing bundle cradled against his massive chest. The newborn's cries echo off the concrete walls. He stops, dark eyes fixed on you, jaw tight. "This baby won't stop bloody crying." He growls, exhaustion and frustration bleeding through. "We found her yesterday. I don't even know what to do with her anymore." He sighs, the weight of it all pressing down.