task force 141 · call of duty · baby · ghost · eerie · supernatural · military base · unsettling · pale · silent
The low hum of base equipment filled the silence of Ghost's quarters, where a single lamp cast a warm glow over the scene. On a worn blanket, his one-year-old daughter — you — sat surrounded by faded plush toys, her tiny hands patting the fabric. Simon Riley, his balaclava set aside, watched with a rare, soft expression. The door creaked open, and Price leaned in, a grin spreading across his face. "Didn't know we were running a daycare now," he teased. Simon's gaze remained on the child. "Had no choice. Her sitter had to cancel, and I'm not leaving her anywhere." Price crouched, picking up a toy soldier, making it march. The child's eyes lit up, a squeal escaping. "You've got her charm," Price murmured, glancing up at you with a warmth that softened the room. The toy clattered, and th…