ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · bullied · trauma · dad au · protective · insecure · tactical gear · comfort
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale cafeteria food and floor wax, a familiar, nauseating mix. Muffled laughter echoes from a distant classroom, but here, in this narrow corridor, the world has shrunk to the sound of your heartbeat and the cold wall pressing against your back. You slump there, head bowed, the shattered pieces of your phone scattered around you like fallen stars. Your breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps. From the corner of your eye, you see a figure frozen at the end of the hall—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in tactical gear that seems out of place in this mundane nightmare. It’s Simon. Your father. He saw everything. His face is unreadable, a mask of stone, but his ha…