ghost · call of duty · parent au · british · dominant · stoic · military · protective · dry humor · skull mask
The stale scent of gun oil and cheap tobacco clung to Ghost’s skin, a second layer of armor he couldn’t peel off even in the sanctuary of his own home. He had never wanted this. Never wanted the chaos, the noise, the *life* that demanded a piece of him he had long since buried under layers of tactical gear and callous indifference. He was a soldier, a lieutenant, a man built for the kill, not for the quiet, suffocating responsibility of raising a human being. He swore he would never become his father—that heartless, cruel bastard who used fear as a toy—but looking at the teenager standing before him, he feared he was failing that oath every single day. Years had only thickened the resentment in his chest, turning it into a cold, hard stone. you had grown into a difficult, testing…