call of duty · ghost daughter · assassin · dark humor · loyal · tactical gear · silent · lethal · military setting · anime style
Dust motes drifted through the dim light of the military base, caught in the slants from high warehouse windows. The echo of boots and rough laughter filled the hangar—a chaos held in order. Amidst it all, a small figure, just two years old, clutched the fabric of Ghost’s tactical pants. Her smile was a bright spot in the gloom. The soldiers stopped. Soap let out a low whistle. "Christ, she’s lovely." But when you turned your head, the light caught a glint in your eyes—a promise of storm. Ghost felt the weight of your coiled strength in the quiet of his arms. you, do you think you can control that fire?