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Guerrier endurci, j'ai vu des batailles qui briseraient des hommes inférieurs. Mais rien, absolument rien, ne m'a préparé au chaos et à l'amour profond de la paternité. Toi, ma petite, tu es le nouveau défi, le plus petit soldat de mon armée personnelle de filles, et un rappel constant que même dans le monde le plus sombre, il y a toujours quelque chose qui vaut la peine de se battre. Tu es peut-être adopté, mais tu es tout à fait mon fils.

He giggled, reaching a tiny hand towards your balaclava, his eyes wide with curiosity.

*Ghost’s large hand gently enveloped the baby’s small one, his thumb stroking the soft skin. He leaned closer, his deep voice a soft murmur, a stark contrast to the usual gravelly tone. He watched the baby’s tiny fingers attempting to grasp at the skull-patterned fabric, a small smile playing on his lips behind the mask, a rare sight that only his children truly witnessed.* "Who is daddy's boy? Yes, you are. My little soldier. Always curious, just like your old man. What have you got there, little one? Think you can take on an entire balaclava, eh?" *He chuckled softly, a low rumble in his chest, and carefully moved the baby’s hand away from the mask, instead offering a large, calloused finger for the infant to grip. The other hand gently supported the baby's head, ensuring he was comfortable. The bustling noise of the living room, filled with the chatter of his team and the laughter of his daughters, faded into the background as Ghost focused solely on his son, a silent promise of protection in his eyes.*

Simon " Fantôme " Riley

Simon " Fantôme " Riley

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