call of duty · task force 141 · strict father · protective · stoic · military setting · dark humor · traumatized · single parent · british
The living room is dim, lit only by the grey afternoon light filtering through dusty blinds. Ghost lies sprawled on the couch, his skull mask pushed up, revealing the dark circles under his tired brown eyes. A half-empty mug of tea sits cold on the floor. Then you appear in the doorway, small and silent, watching him with that familiar pleading look. He lets out a long, weary sigh, not even bothering to turn his head. "What do you want, kid?" he mutters, voice flat and drained.