They called her Robin, a codename forged in fire, in survival, in resistance. Abducted as a child and used by the enemy that tore her world apart, Y/N L/N grew into a soldier who turned her trauma into strength. Years later, she's recruited by Capta...
The infant in her arms gave a soft breath, snuggled into her chest beneath the thin blanket.
She hadn't cried.
Not yet.
She was too tired and angry to cry.
Too tired to feel anything but the vast weight of absence. The one person she needed, her anchor, her tether, her Ghost, wasn't there. She had screamed through the pain, refused the epidural, waited through every contraction until her body had taken over.
And now it was over.
But it wasn't complete.
Not until the door slammed open. Boots pounded the tile. She didn't react at first. Thought it might be another nurse.
But then the voices came.
"...she's in here?"
"Move, Soap!"
"For God's sake, let him through...!"
He was here.
Ghost.
Simon.
He stepped into the doorway, soaked in sweat and rain and adrenaline, mask askew, helmet off, eyes wild.
His breath hitched the second he saw her.
Frozen.
Silent.
Soap, Gaz, and Price stood behind him, all three panting from the sprint, but none of them spoke. The room felt too sacred, too still.
Ghost crossed the space in seconds. He dropped to his knees at the side of the bed, hand trembling as he reached out. Y/N turned her face slowly toward him, her eyes searching, daring to believe.
"Hey," she whispered, tears finally welling.
His fingers brushed her cheek.
"You made it," she said.
He swallowed. "Of course I did."
"You're late." She then sobbed.
He gave a dry laugh. "You look beautiful."
She choked on a tearful laugh. "I look like death."
"You look like the woman who just made me a father... where is the baby?" She blinked, and her lips twitched.
Then, wordlessly, she pulled the blanket back. Ghost's breath caught in his throat. A tiny bundle of pink skin and fuzz, cheeks flushed, nose wrinkled, eyes barely peeking open. His chest rose and fell with a quiet hiccup. One fist rested near his face.
Ghost's hand hovered. "Can I...?"
Y/N gently lifted the baby and passed him into his arms. Ghost cradled his child like glass.
He didn't move. Didn't speak.
Just stared.
His mask slipped upward slightly so his eyes were fully visible, and Y/N saw it, the shift.
The crack in the armor. His eyes filled. He leaned forward, brushing his lips to her forehead.
"You did so good," he whispered. "So damn good."
She let her head rest against his shoulder. "It's a boy." She muttered.
"Did you...?" he began. "Did you name him?"
She shook her head slowly. "No. I wanted to wait."
He glanced down at the baby again. "I think I have something."
Y/N arched a brow. He looked at her, something warm behind his eyes.
"Tommy," he murmured. "After my brother."
She sucked in a breath.
Then smiled.
"Tommy L/N-Riley," she said. "It's perfect."
~~~
Six Months Later
The lake was quiet again.
Still. Familiar.
Ghost sat with Tommy cradled against his chest, the baby fast asleep in a blanket tucked under his hoodie. Y/N lay with her head in his lap, legs stretched out on the grass, her hand gently resting over the baby's back.
She sighed softly.
"I miss the action sometimes," she said.
"You are the action," he muttered.
She snorted. "Smooth."
He ran a gloved hand through her hair. "You're allowed to rest now, you know."
"I am resting," she said, eyes half-closed. "Just thinking about who our kid's going to become."
Ghost stared at the horizon.
"Whoever he becomes," he said, "he'll be safe. And he'll know he's loved."
Y/N looked up at him, eyes shimmering.
"I think you're going to be a really good dad."
He looked down at the bundle in his arms.
"I already am," he said softly.
Later that night, when Tommy stirred in his crib and Y/N stood to go comfort him, Ghost caught her by the wrist and tugged her gently back.
"Sleep," he said. "I've got him."
She blinked. "You sure?"
"I'm sure." He stood, walked into the nursery, and lifted Tommy with a practiced ease. As the baby cooed sleepily against his chest, Ghost leaned against the window.
Outside, the moon glowed across the surface of the lake, silver and still.
He whispered against his son's soft hair.
"You've got her fire," he murmured. "And my stubbornness. God help us."
The baby gave a soft gurgle.
Ghost smiled behind his mask. "Welcome to the world, little ghost."
~~~
Fin
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A/N: So the official story ends here however there is a bonus chapter for my smut lovers.
