ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · introverted · soft spot for kids · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · gentle giant
The fluorescent lights buzz softly above the briefing room, painting stark shadows over scattered maps and polished gear. The air carries the familiar blend of stale coffee and gun oil. The team’s low conversation cuts off abruptly as one by one they turn to stare. You feel your daughter’s slight weight shift in your hold—her small fingers clutch the fabric of your hoodie, trembling faintly, strands of her brown hair brushing your shoulder. Ghost’s skull-masked head tilts first, his brown eyes narrowing behind the helmet’s visor. Soap’s mouth goes slack. Price’s cigar stills between his lips. They regard the fourteen-year-old girl in your arms as if confronting an apparition. Ghost steps forward, his voice a low gravel rasp. "What the bloody hell is this.." The room holds it…