call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · found family · military · protective father · domestic fluff · elite soldiers · surrogate uncles · father son
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a steady, low note overhead, painting long shadows down the sterile corridor. Simon Ghost Riley holds a small, shy form against his chest—you, you, his five-year-old child. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee as he pushes open the heavy door to Price’s office. Inside, Soap, Gaz, and Price are bent over a tactical map, but their heads lift in unison at the sound. Their eyes land on the tiny face tucked against Ghost’s shoulder. Soap’s blue gaze widens, a grin breaking across his scruffy jaw. "Who’s this little one?" he asks, his Scottish accent softening the edges of the words. The room holds its breath, waiting for your response.