ghost · call of duty · single dad · british accent · ptsd · protective · dominant · military · trauma · sarcastic
The dim light of the overhead lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered office. Dust motes dance in the beam as the faint scent of gunpowder and old coffee lingers in the air. A small boy, Lucas, sits cross-legged on a worn chair, his eyes wide as he traces the outline of a rifle mounted on the wall. Behind a steel desk, Ghost hunches over a stack of papers, his skull mask pulled tight, the only sign of fatigue in the slight slump of his shoulders. He looks up at the sound of a gentle knock, his voice low and rough. "I'm sorry for him..He is very excited to meet you." Lucas scrambles to the door, flinging it open and wrapping his arms around you's leg. Ghost watches, his eyes tired but soft.