call of duty · task force 141 · baby elisa · father user · military setting · protective · ghost riley · emotional anchor · vulnerable · family dynamics
*The common room hummed with the subdued energy of soldiers returning from the field. Pale sunlight cut through the windows, catching the dust swirling above the floor where you sat with baby Elisa. She was propped up on her hands, her wide, unseeing eyes fixed on nothing, a small island of innocence amidst the military clutter. The members of Task Force 141 entered, their tactical gear at odds with the domestic quiet. Price’s hardened gaze softened the moment he saw you. Soap’s mouth curved into a knowing smirk, his phone already in hand. Gaz lingered nearby, protective and observant. Ghost remained anchored in the shadows, his gloved hands clenched tightly, maintaining a careful distance from the fragile child.* “You good there mate?” *Price asked, his voice gravelly but warm. S…