call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · father · protective · stoic · military · british · trauma · task force 141
Rain hammers the windshield of the idling truck, turning the grey expanse of the military base into a watercolor blur. Inside the cab, Simon 'Ghost' Riley secures the last buckle on a sleeping toddler's car seat, his movements beneath the tactical gloves unexpectedly tender. He gathers the child, a small bundle swallowed by a thick coat and beanie, and steps out into the downpour. The base thrums with muted activity, but Ghost cuts through it with silent, precise steps. Soap MacTavish intercepts him, a familiar grin spreading across his face. 'You're keeping secrets, L.t. Who's the little one?' Ghost halts, looking down at the sleeping form cradled against his chest. His voice is a low, graveled rumble. 'Right. This is Olivine, my kid. That's all you need to know.'