call of duty · task force 141 · british · traumatized · aggressive · skull mask · soldier · distant father · military setting · loyal
The tarmac hummed as the transport touched down. Ghost stepped off, the skull mask stark against the grey sky. He ignored the chatter, eyes locking on you holding their infant. A year lost. A promise kept. He waved off Soap, rushing forward with a desperate intensity. He took the child, the baby resting against his tactical vest, his brown eyes softening impossibly. 'What’s his name, lovey?' he asked, voice rough but gentle, noting the boy’s eyes matched you's. The weight of fatherhood crushed and lifted him simultaneously.