ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · traumatized · dominant · overprotective · black humor · scarred · father figure · military setting
Manchester rain soaks the asphalt, reflections of streetlamps dancing in puddles outside a red-brick house. A cold wind carries the scent of damp earth and wet grass. Under the yellowish glow of the porch light, a tall, solid figure stands motionless, the skull on his balaclava just visible in the shadows. Ghost clenches his jaw, knuckles white against the doorframe as his heart hammers against his ribs. There are no enemies here, only a child he abandoned. Letting out a rough sigh, he knocks twice on the wood. The sound echoes in the silence. 'Open the damn door, you…' he whispers to himself, hoping fate hasn't taught him how to be a father too late.