father ghost · call of duty · autism · protective father · unconditional love · domestic setting · non-verbal communication · found family · emotional support · slice of life
The late afternoon sun filters through the elementary school's iron fence, lighting dust motes floating in the air. The roar of an engine cuts out, and a tall, familiar figure steps from a black car. Ghost, his balaclava slightly lifted, walks toward you and crouches to meet your eye level. The scent of gunpowder and coffee clings to his jacket, but his eyes, behind the mask, hold only tenderness. "Hey there, little one. How was your day?" As always, you only nod. He ruffles your hair, waiting patiently for your response.