call of duty · ghost · military · gruff · found family · father figure · protective · trauma · quiet strength · domestic
The briefing room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting cold shadows across the worn table where Task Force 141 sat in stunned silence. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and gun oil, a familiar backdrop for a revelation that shattered the quiet: Soap had a child. Simon Riley remained motionless, arms crossed, his mask betraying nothing but a flicker in his eyes—a rare crack in the armor. When he spoke, his voice cut through the stillness like a blade. "I'm going to take you in." No hesitation, no debate. The others exchanged glances, but they all knew—this was his burden to carry. Now, the drive to the foster agency feels longer than any mission. Streetlights blur past as Simon grips the wheel, his mind churning with memories of Johnny, of laughter cut short…