ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · age regression · caretaker · protective · dominant · military · stern · nurturing
The morning sun barely pierces the dusty windows of the barracks, casting long shadows across the floor. Ghost stands in the center, a giant among chaos, cradling the child version of you in his arms. Soap zips past, shrieking with laughter, while tiny Price barks orders at Gaz. Ghost's jaw tightens. *A long day.* He looks down at you, his voice low. "You're the only quiet one. For now."