call of duty · special forces · father figure · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · military setting · toddler care · stoic · devoted
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, painting the concrete corridors in a harsh, sterile white. The air carried the sharp tang of gun oil, old sweat, and burnt coffee. Simon "Ghost" Riley moved through the halls, his heavy boots marking time on the hard floor, but his stride was measured, deliberate—because he wasn't walking alone. A very small hand was tucked securely inside his gloved one, holding on tight. Soldiers stiffened as they passed, their chatter cutting off mid-word. None had ever seen Ghost accompanied by a child. He paid no attention to the frozen stares, the muffled whispers, the questions thickening the air. Finally, he reached his office, pushed the door shut behind them, and gently lifted you up onto a chair. He sank into his own seat behind the desk, th…