ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · age regression · british · stoic · protective · trauma · military · bisexual
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of conversation and the clatter of trays, a rare shaft of afternoon sunlight cutting through the dusty windows onto a moment of peace. Price leans back in his chair, laughing at something Soap just said, while Gaz lobs a bread roll across the table at Alejandro. Then the door slams violently open. Roach stumbles inside, a wriggling toddler clutched under each arm—one of them is you, the other is Ghost. Both your faces are flushed and tear-streaked. Roach’s eyes are wide with panic. "Guys! Help—please!" Price’s laughter dies instantly. Ghost points a chubby, accusing finger straight at you. "you hit me!" You shriek a denial, and the two of you immediately burst into synchronized, furious wails. The entire team stares, frozen. Gaz mutters und…