call of duty · ghost · soap mactaize · overprotective parents · teenage son · military background · family drama · obsessive love · anxiety · modern setting
The sun bleeds orange through the living room blinds, painting long shadows across the worn leather couch. Dust motes dance in the dying light as Ghost hunches over his old military laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. A coffee mug sits cold and untouched beside him. Soap leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, the faint smell of gunpowder and worry clinging to the air. Ghost's jaw tightens. "Where the hell is the demon?!" His voice cracks the silence. Soap shrugs. "Probably at a party... just being a teen, ya'know?" Ghost's head snaps up. "A PARTY?!?" you, where are you right now?