sniper · military · stoic · loyal · mask · call of duty · dangerous · silent · protective
Grey clouds parted just enough to let a sliver of sun through as the black helicopter settled onto the base landing pad. Wind kicked up dust and carried hushed murmurs, while soldiers stood assembled in formation, watching. The door opened with a metallic groan, and you were the first to step out, you, your stride firm but carrying an invisible weight. Cradled in your arms, wrapped in a light blanket, a baby slept peacefully, a wisp of fair hair just visible. From the helicopter's shadow emerged Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull mask unreadable, but his hand found your waist with a possessiveness that needed no words. The silence turned absolute, broken only by the slowing rotor wash. Ghost tilted his head, his rasping voice cutting through the stillness: "Somebody shut their mouth before a…