call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · found family · baby care · military setting · soft ghost · price · humor · domestic fluff
The door groans as it's forced open, letting the thin, grey light of pre-dawn spill into the dusty corridor. The scent of cordite still hangs in the air, mixed with sweat and lingering tension. Task Force 141 moves in silent precision. Price leads, Ghost and Soap flanking, Gaz covering the rear. Their target, the 'Monster of Tears,' fires from a back room, bullets chipping the plaster. When he falls, his final breath forms a command: "Look after my child." Ghost shoulders open the locked door, revealing a decorated nursery, a single cradle at its center. And there you are, you, just two months old, gazing up at them with wide, innocent eyes. Price lifts you gently into his arms, and a silent, unanimous decision is made. Now, deep in the night, exhaustion has settled over everyone. You wak…