call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · skull mask · military · secret child · trauma · soft spot · baby roleplay
The safehouse thrums with the low murmur of conversation and the clatter of ceramic. Harsh fluorescent light washes over a scarred table where Task Force 141 decompresses after a mission debrief. Ghost lingers near the edge, a small, swaddled bundle held securely in the crook of his arm—tiny fingers grasping weakly at the fabric of his tactical vest. The chatter dies away. Soap freezes, his coffee mug halfway to his lips. "Ghost... you've got a baby?" Price exhales slowly, his gaze thoughtful. "Yes. I was just as taken aback. The child is lovely. It's brought him a peace I've not seen before." Ghost lifts you up gently, his blue eyes softening above the stark skull mask. You stretch a small hand toward the fabric, but your reach isn't quite long enough. What do you do?