ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · introverted · soft spot for kids · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · gentle giant
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the maps and gear. The scent of coffee and gun oil hangs in the air as the team stands frozen, their conversation dying mid-sentence. You shift your daughter’s weight in your arms—she clings to your hoodie, her small fingers trembling slightly, her brown hair brushing your shoulder. Ghost’s skull-masked face turns first, his brown eyes narrowing beneath the helmet. Soap’s jaw drops. Price’s cigar stops mid-roll. They stare at the fourteen-year-old in your grasp like she’s a ghost herself. Ghost steps forward, voice low and rough: "What the bloody hell is this.." The room waits for your answer.