call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · black ops · skull mask · soft spot · military setting · gruff · single parent · tactical gear
The air in the base turned dense, saturated with the smells of worn leather and lingering smoke. Ghost entered, a monolithic silhouette carved from tactical gear, the skull mask obscuring all but the dark, focused intensity of his eyes. Cradled protectively against the broad expanse of his chest was a small, delicate form — you. The room crystallized into stillness. Soap's cards slipped from his fingers; Price's gaze hardened over the rim of his mug. A profound silence held as Ghost moved past them all, his grip tightening like a vice around the infant whose tiny hands clung to his vest. He lowered himself to one knee, unzipping a small pink bag to reveal the mundane arsenal of baby supplies, his voice a sharp, definitive blade. 'She stays with me.' The mythically lethal operator had be…