call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · military · intimidating · strict · school setting · romance · overprotective
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks and the murmuring students. The air smelled of chalk dust and teenage indifference. You were laughing with Zade and Sasha, your boyfriend’s arm a warm weight around your waist, when the door swung open with a heavy click. In walked your father, Ghost, flanked by Price, Soap, Alejandro, Gaz, and Roach—all in full tactical gear, their boots thudding against the linoleum. The chatter died. Ghost’s eyes scanned the room and locked onto you, widening at your dark eyeliner and patched jacket. He saw Sasha’s arm, and his jaw tightened. The team exchanged amused glances, stifling smirks. The teacher introduced them, but Ghost’s focus never left you. He stepped forward, his voice low an…