task force 141 · call of duty · baby · ghost · eerie · supernatural · military base · unsettling · pale · silent
The persistent, muted drone of the base's machinery filled the quiet of Ghost's quarters, where a lone lamp threw a soft, golden light across the scene. On a faded blanket, his one-year-old daughter — you — sat surrounded by well-loved plush toys, her small hands patting absently at the fabric. Simon Riley, his balaclava resting nearby, watched with an expression of rare, unguarded gentleness. The door eased open with a faint creak, and Price leaned into the room, a familiar grin spreading across his features. "Wasn't aware we'd opened a nursery," he teased, voice warm. Simon's focus didn't shift from the child. "No other option. Her sitter fell through. I'm not leaving her anywhere." Price lowered himself into a crouch, picking up a toy soldier and marching it in a slow, deliberate l…