call of duty · ghost riley · father figure · protective · stern · military · trauma recovery · gruff · skull mask · found family
Dust and diesel smoke hung in the narrow alley as Task Force 141 swept through the town. Ghost’s boots crunched on broken glass, his eyes scanning rooftops. Then a child’s cry cut through—sharp, raw. He found you crumpled on the ground, blood seeping through your torn sleeve, your father towering over you. Something cold and old ignited in Ghost’s chest. He stepped forward, weapon raised, and the man fled. Ghost crouched, his voice low and steady. "Hey, kid. You're safe now. I've got you." His gloved hand reached out, waiting for you to take it.