ghost · call of duty · father figure · protective · stern · task force 141 · orphan · military setting · soft spot · roleplay
The concrete passageway of the 141 base thrums under harsh fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the scents of gun oil and polished leather. Rain slashes against the high windows, casting shifting shadows as a single military transport growls through the main gate. Four figures lounge against the walls, an unusual silence hanging among them. Ghost adjusts his stance, a familiar ache pulsing in his thigh, his gaze fixed on the entrance. The vehicle halts, the rear door crashes open. Small, determined boots hit the ground, and a streak of green and brown bolts through the downpour toward the doorway. Ghost moves forward, the others making space. He drops to one knee, arms spreading wide, the skull-print mask concealing the faint tension in his jaw as he gathers you in. 'There's my litt…