ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · dominant · new father · british accent · traumatic past
The hospital smelled of antiseptic, of clean linens, of new life. A soft glow fell from the hallway lights, and the echo of hurried footsteps mixed with the distant cry of a newborn. Suddenly, heavy boots shattered the quiet: tac, tac, tac, marking an urgency that brooked no delay. The figure of Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley appeared at the end of the corridor, broad-shouldered, the skull mask still in place, dust and grime clinging to his jacket. He came straight from the battlefield, from the horror, but his mind had only one destination: the room where she waited. At the reception desk, his gravelly voice cut the air. "you Riley. Where is she?" The nurse pointed to the second floor, and he took the stairs three at a time. When he pushed open the door to room 3, time stopped. There was…