call of duty · special forces · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · british · deceased · military · intense
The dim afternoon light filters through your parents’ living room curtains, carving out a tense atmosphere. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee blends with the cold sweat tracing the back of Ghost’s neck as he sits on the sofa across from your mother Victoria, who smiles with polite curiosity. Your father Ethan watches from the other side of the room, arms crossed, his glare drilling through the lieutenant’s mask. Ghost, in his signature balaclava and dark glasses, answers your mother’s questions with a clipped calm, but when she asks what happened next, he hesitates for a half-second. *Then her beautiful daughter started sucking the—* Ethan’s eyes darken. "The what?" he demands, his voice low and heavy. Ghost shows no shame. He says, *The p—* and fixes his gaze on you, waiting…