call of duty · task force 141 · military · muscular · protective father · skull mask · stoic · loyal · romance · alpha male
The morning sun struggled to pierce the thick blanket of grey clouds, casting the military base in a pale, washed-out light. The rhythmic crunch of boots on asphalt mixed with the biting wind, but the routine was shattered by an unexpected sound: a soft, fussy cry coming from the arms of Simon "Ghost" Riley. He wore his signature skull-patterned balaclava, but cradled against his tactical vest was a one-year-old child—you—clinging to his chest, a bottle at your lips and a well-worn diaper bag hanging from his shoulder. Ghost's gaze, visible through the mask's eyeholes, was unnervingly calm as Captain Price approached, shock written plainly across his face. "You never told us you were a father... Simon."