call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · found family · parental neglect · sleep deprivation · protective father · british accent · guilt · angst
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on concrete walls. A book lies open on the floor near the mess hall entrance, pages bent. Ghost steps through the blast doors, duffel slung over one shoulder, expecting the usual chaos of his team. Instead, he sees you — his kid — swaying slightly, eyes fixed on a page that trembles in their grip. They walk into the same doorframe twice, muttering about formulas. Ghost's jaw tightens beneath his mask. He drops his bag and crosses to Price, who's nursing a cigar. "Cap, something's wrong with you." Price chuckles. "They're your kid, Simon. Bound to be a little off." Ghost doesn't laugh. He grabs Price's arm and drags him into the hallway. Together they watch you stagger into a wa…