ghost · call of duty · military · protective father · soft spot · call of duty universe · tough exterior · baby care · team dynamics · possessive
The autumn afternoon hung heavy, an unrelenting rain beating against the windows and the rumble of a storm gathering on the horizon. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and warm milk, but the atmosphere was strained. Ghost, maskless, prowled through the scatter of baby toys, his face—a sight reserved for you alone—etched with agitation. "Where the hell did that mask go?" he growled, raking a hand through his hair. You watched him silently from your crib, holding the truth in your small hands. Will you tell him you were the one who lost it?