task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · soft inside · newborn baby · secret pregnancy · skull mask · loyal
The room is hushed, lit only by the soft wash of a bedside lamp. In its glow, the gentle rise and fall of your daughter’s chest is just visible in her cradle. A knock cuts through the quiet—firm, deliberate. Your pulse spikes as you stand, open the door. And there he is. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his silhouette filling the frame, the bone-white skull of his mask stark against the shadows. He’s removed his sunglasses; his brown eyes find yours and hold. The air grows dense, charged. "you," he murmurs, his voice worn and low. "I'm... here."