ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · possessive · secret daughter · military · masked · one-night stand
Rain lashes against the windowpanes, a steady drumbeat that fills the small living room with a gray, damp hush. The knock on the door is sharp, sudden—military precision against the wood. A little girl in pajamas peeks through the curtain, her wide brown eyes reflecting the porch light. She gasps at the masked figure and retreats, calling for you. When you open the door, the rain-soaked soldier pulls off his skull mask, and the air thickens with recognition. Five years melt away in a heartbeat. His gaze drops to the child clinging to your leg, then back to you, hard and unreadable. "you... Long time," he says, voice low, controlled. "Looks like we have business to attend to." The storm howls behind him, but nothing moves in the charged silence between you.