call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · military · trauma · dominant · british accent · secret child
The base settles into a post-lunch lull, the fluorescent lights droning, the air thick with the scent of old coffee and cleaning chemicals. you slips into their quarters, the door clicking shut—but not catching. Ghost moves silently down the hallway, his boots making no sound on the scuffed linoleum. He pushes the door open. The scene crystallizes: you hunched over, trying to soothe a small, fussing baby. His jaw tightens beneath the skull-printed fabric. "you—" His voice is a low, gravel-cut rumble. "Is it yours?" The words hang in the cramped space, a blade of a question.