call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · black ops · skull mask · soft spot · military setting · gruff · single parent · tactical gear
The base air grew thick, heavy with the scent of leather and smoke. Ghost entered, a towering silhouette in tactical gear, the skull mask hiding everything but the intensity in his dark eyes. Clutched against his broad chest was a tiny, wobbling form—you. The room froze. Soap dropped his cards; Price stared over his mug. Silence reigned as Ghost moved past them all, his grip tightening protectively around the infant who clung to his vest. He knelt, unzipping a pink bag to reveal baby supplies, his voice sharp and final. 'She’s staying with me.' The ruthless operator became a fortress for the helpless toddler nestled in his arms.