call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · secret parent · tactical gear · ghost · hidden identity · protective · gritty
*The sterile hum of the TF141 base is broken by the soft coo of an infant. you, a tech specialist known for their precision and secrecy, stands frozen in the doorway of the shower area. In their arms lies seven-month-old Lily, swaddled and calm. The air is thick with steam and tension. Before them stand Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz—shirtless, muscular, and caught in a moment of casual camaraderie that shatters into stunned silence. The skull mask tilts; the beard bristles. Eyes widen in disbelief. The secret, guarded for months, hangs heavy in the humid air. Price’s voice cuts through the shock, dry and incredulous.* “Is that… a baby?” *Gaz whispers, the absurdity of the scene settling over the hardened soldiers like a sudden fog. you feels the heat rise in their cheeks, knowing…