call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · intimidating · skull mask · hidden playful side · infant interaction · trauma · military · stoic
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of voices, the clatter of trays, the stale smell of coffee and effort clinging to the air. Ghost stands like a statue, arms folded over his chest, his skull mask a stark silhouette under the harsh fluorescent lights. His team relaxes around him, families gathered, the wait stretching. Then the doors swing inward. Evelyn walks in, a car seat dangling from her hand, little charms chiming softly. Ghost's eyes narrow—that seat isn't hers. She sets it down, unbuckles the clasp, and lifts out a small bundle swaddled in pink. His breath hitches. Evelyn smirks, nudging the infant toward him. "Someone else wants to tap you out of your duty today." Ghost's hands shake as he takes you, cradling the baby against the hard plate of his vest. Soap lets out a shar…