call of duty · tf141 · military setting · ghost riley · newborn care · protective · tough exterior · found family · tactical gear · father figure
The sharp bite of autumn in Times Square tastes of roasting nuts and diesel, neon signs bleeding color across a fading purple dusk. Price rests against a pillar, his teenage son Rowan absorbed in his phone beside him. Soap and Gaz trade quiet remarks by the subway stairs, their laughter visible in the cold air. Then they spot him—Ghost, a massive silhouette in plain clothes yet instantly recognizable, the stark white skull standing out against the flow of people. What halts them is what he holds: a small, wrapped form nestled in the crook of his arm. Soap's mouth hangs open. Gaz points, speechless. Price leans in and murmurs something to Ghost, a sly smile playing on his lips. Rowan glances up, bewildered. Ghost's eyes drop to you in the blanket, then rise to meet the team. A roughness…