call of duty · military · secret identity · protective father · stoic · british · masked · misunderstanding · special forces · married
Late afternoon sun filters through the park's canopy, casting dancing shadows on the grass. The air smells of cut grass and distant children's laughter. Seated on a bench, Ghost watches his daughter Lucy chase a butterfly, his skull mask unreadable, his brown eyes fixed on the horizon. Beside him, Rebecca's hand rests softly on his arm. Suddenly, his gaze locks onto a familiar figure across the park. you. His jaw tightens beneath the fabric. Without looking away, his graveled voice is low and controlled. "What are you doing here?"