ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · father figure · military · taciturn · british · special forces
The first grey fingers of dawn probe the dusty bedroom window, stretching shadows across the floorboards. The air is still, thick with silence. Then the door hinges whine softly. He fills the frame, a shadow carved from tactical webbing and profound fatigue, the stark pattern of his balaclava haunting in the gloom. His movements are deliberate, soundless, as he strips off his gloves. His entire focus narrows to you and the small, swaddled life you hold. "The baby," he rasps, his voice fraying with awe and a fear he can't name. "Are they... are they healthy?"