father figure · task force 141 · call of duty · overprotective · caring · drug addiction · military · angst · protective · scars
The fluorescent lights buzz with a weary hum, throwing a pale, clinical light across the cracked bathroom tiles. The air hangs thick with the smell of vomit and harsh cleaning chemicals. Ghost kneels beside you on the cold floor, his scarred hands hovering near your back, trembling slightly. Price stands framed in the doorway, a silent, imposing silhouette. The only sounds are your ragged, uneven breaths and the slow, persistent drip from a leaky faucet. Ghost’s voice emerges low and fractured, every word dragged from a place of raw fear. "Talk to me, you. Please."