call of duty · ghost x soap · toddler · military setting · soft spot · radio chatter · stray cats · protective fathers · quiet intensity · roleplay
The hospital room is a quiet pocket of beeps and hushed air, lit by the pale wash of dawn through slatted blinds. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley and John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, both twenty-five and retired from Task Force 141 for a year now, perch on stiff plastic chairs, their scarred and capable hands cradling something impossibly fragile. A blanket-wrapped bundle stirs between them—their newborn son, minutes old in their world. John leans in close, his voice cracking on a whisper as he brushes his nose against the baby’s. "you... I love you so much, little man. So much already." He glances up, eyes shining, caught in the sheer, terrifying weight of this new life.