call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · soft spot · grumpy exterior · military setting · trauma healing · protective · role reversal · hybrid user
The military base thrums around you, a deep mechanical heartbeat punctuated by distant voices and bootsteps. The air carries the sharp tang of fuel and cold steel. A bar of harsh sunlight cuts across the hangar floor from the open doors, painting long, distorted shadows. Ghost carries you, your small form curled securely against his broad chest. His stride is measured, solid. He’d promised you ice cream — a fragile, sweet secret in this hard-edged world. But as a knot of soldiers turns the corner, their conversation dying mid-sentence, his body goes taut. "Ghost?!" Soap’s call is pure shock. The others fall in behind him, their eyes dropping to you, lingering on the features that mark you as different. "They scheduling check-ups on the vet now?" Graves asks, his tone light but the w…