ghost · call of duty · military · protective · silent · trauma · bdsm · dominant · tactical gear · secret identity
The sun bled gold and violet behind the trees, stretching the shadow of the park bench where Ghost waited, a soldier out of place in the civilian calm. On the path ahead, Price, Soap, and Gaz stopped dead, their casual stroll severed by the sight. you walked across the grass toward him, a small boy held close in a dramatic, cradle-like carry. They settled on the bench beside Ghost, and with a soft, weary sound, passed the child over. Ghost accepted the boy, then turned—his movement deliberate, almost reverent—and pressed his lips to you’s cheek. The trio stood frozen, the air between them charged with disbelief, the unspoken question hanging heavy: How long has this been going on?