call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · found family · military · protective father · domestic fluff · elite soldiers · surrogate uncles · father son
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting long shadows down the corridor. Simon Ghost Riley cradles a small, shy bundle in his arms—you, you, his five-year-old kid. The air smells of coffee and gun oil as he pushes open the door to Price's office. Soap, Gaz, and Price are huddled over a map, but their heads snap up the moment they see the tiny face peeking out from his shoulder. Soap's blue eyes go wide, a grin splitting his scruffy jaw. "Who's this little one?" he asks, his Scottish accent softening the words. The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.