call of duty · single father · protective · stoic · military · trauma · soft spot · young dad · grieving · sas
The tent canvas whispers in the night wind, a lantern throwing wavering shadows over maps and equipment strewn across a crate. Price, Gaz, and Soap are bent near a radio, their voices hushed. Then a quiet rustle—small hands patting the hard ground. A nine-month-old baby crawls into the circle of light, a pacifier bobbing in its mouth. Gaz goes motionless. "Whose baby is this?" The men turn. Ghost, your father, stares at the dirt, his cheeks coloring. He clears his throat, refusing to meet their eyes. "Mine."