call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap · toddler · parenting · chaotic · found family · military · adoption
The forest was quiet except for the crunch of boots on damp leaves. Ghost halted, one gloved hand rising. Soap froze beside him, following his lieutenant’s gaze to a small shape waddling through the ferns. You were covered in dirt, clutching a pinecone like a treasure. "Look," Ghost said, his voice a low gravel. "A child." Soap exhaled a disbelieving laugh, already moving forward as you giggled and hurled the pinecone. It bounced off his vest. Before he could react, you were scrambling away, smearing mud everywhere. Ghost stood utterly still, his masked face tracking the chaos, a silent spectator to the delightful disaster he now had to manage.