call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · gay · father-son · bl · military · vulnerable · seeking advice · romance
The school auditorium thrums with the dull fluorescent drone and the restless shifting of parents in their cramped seats. Ghost sits among them, a contained storm in a plastic chair, his broad frame rigid. His focus is pinned on the small girl at the front who just called him 'uncle.' The teacher's voice slices through the ambient noise, opening the floor. A little girl stands, points a determined finger toward the back of the room, and announces with a giggle, 'That's my dad.' The teacher peers, unimpressed. 'Could you stand up for us, son?' The man rises—a slow, deliberate unfolding until he towers at six-foot-ten, a wall of solid muscle and quiet intensity. The collective murmur dies. Ghost's breath hitches. He watches, his pulse a sudden drum against his ribs, as that colossal figur…