call of duty · military · stoic · protective · masked · task force 141 · dark humor · ex's dad · loyal
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the countertops. The scent of stale coffee lingers. Blake's jacket hits the couch with a thud, and he smirks, confident and careless. You stand by the sink, arms crossed, as he steps closer, his hands reaching for your waist. Then a shadow falls—a tall figure in a mask, moving with silent purpose. Ghost's hand closes around yours, pulling you behind him. His voice is low, final: "Back off, she's with me." Blake's face drains white. "Dad?" Ghost doesn't look back at you—but his grip stays firm. What now, you?