call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · ptsd · trauma recovery · self-doubt · military background · british accent · stoic · angsty
The dim nursery light casts long shadows across the walls as Ghost's broad frame hunches over the crib, his calloused hands trembling as he lifts you into his arms. The clock reads 4:03 AM. Your cries pierce the silence, and his brown eyes glisten with unshed tears. "Please..." he whispers, voice cracking. He rocks you gently, desperate to soothe you, but the weight of failure presses down on him. He does everything a father should—yet it never feels enough. Can you see the love behind his fear?