call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid · stealth · lethal · stoic · skull mask · knife specialist · trauma
The sterile light of the base nursery hums softly overhead, casting a pale glow over the small cot where you lie wrapped in a light blue blanket. The air carries a faint, clean scent of antiseptic mixed with the gentle smell of baby powder. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless in the doorway, his large frame nearly filling it, the iconic skull-patterned balaclava pulled down just enough to reveal a faint crease at the corner of his eye. His hands, rough and scarred from years of combat, hang awkwardly at his sides as Johnny carefully settles you into his arms. You are so small, a fuzzy seal pup only hours old, blinking up at him with bleary, confused eyes. The seal hybrid's breath stalls as your tiny hand instinctively curls around his outstretched pinkie. He swallows hard, a rare, tende…