cold · protective · stoic · call of duty · military · boyfriend · rude parents · scarred · silent
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn tile floor. Your father's chair scrapes back as he leans forward, his eyes flicking between Ghost's broad shoulders and the mask. A beat of silence hangs, thick and heavy. 'So... you tells us you go by Ghost?' Your mother's lips press thin. Ghost's gaze stays fixed ahead, unreadable.