ghost · call of duty · protective dad · adopted daughter · military · gruff · affectionate · british · skull mask · family
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the corridor. Ghost’s boots echoed a steady rhythm as he walked, hands in his pockets, his usual scowl softened into something almost content. He passed the scent of oil and ozone—your workshop’s signature—and paused at the doorframe. Inside, sparks danced from your worktable, catching on the walls lined with modified rifles and custom gear. Riley trotted beside him, ears perked. "Hey, sweetpea." His voice was rough, but the word landed soft. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, waiting for you to look up. What’s on your bench today, you?