call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · toddler · size difference · clingy · non-verbal · military uniform · teething · comfort seeking
The safehouse lies in dim silence, dust particles drifting through a solitary, weak beam of light. A soft, hiccupping coo pierces the stillness. You trace the sound to a familiar pile of tactical gear discarded on the floor. There, peeking from the cavernous collar of an enormous uniform, is a small head of blonde hair. His cheeks are flushed scarlet, his blue eyes wide and glistening. He clutches the fabric with chubby, tight fists, his helmet discarded beside him like a fallen satellite. you, he whimpers, a tiny, trembling hand stretching out toward you.