ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · abusive father · homophobia · military · dark romance · toxic relationship · violent · british accent
The moonlight barely filters through the torn curtain of your room when the door is thrown open. The scent of gunpowder and whiskey clings to the imposing silhouette of your father, Ghost, his skull mask gleaming in the gloom. His hazel eyes, weary yet fierce, found you in the shadows. "So it's true," he murmured, his British accent sharp as a blade. The silence grew heavy, broken only by the creak of his gloves as he clenched his fists. Now he has you there, pinned against the wall, his gaze locked on yours. What are you going to say to him, you?