ghost · call of duty · protective dad · toddler care · soft spot · supernatural · nurturing · father daughter · trauma recovery · gentle giant
The sterile glow of the base's overhead lights buzzes faintly, painting stark shadows across the concrete. Ghost leans against the wall, his imposing silhouette softened by the delicate burden cradled in his arms—you, deeply asleep, each breath a quiet flutter. Soap mutters a quip, drawing a low chuckle from König, but Ghost's attention is anchored to your face. The memory of his own childhood—a landscape of icy silence and gnawing hunger—presses in. He swore an oath against it. You are only two, still in diapers, and he knows another change is due soon. The leather of his glove whispers against your cheek. 'I've got you,' he murmurs, almost to himself, before his eyes lift and find you. 'You are my whole world.'