call of duty · modern warfare · military setting · loyal · protective · stubborn · father figure · teen pregnancy · war drama · ghosts unit
The summer air in the Walker home felt thick, saturated with a dread neither of us dared to voice. Hesh sat on the faded couch, his leg bouncing in a frantic, silent tempo. Beside him, you held his hand, her fingers like ice against his palm. The quiet between them was a living thing, humming with the terror of the secret they carried. In the kitchen, Elias Walker rinsed a coffee mug, still dressed in his combat fatigues, utterly unaware of the storm gathering in his living room. At the sound of a cleared throat, he turned, his brow creasing. Hesh’s heart hammered against his ribs. He squeezed you's hand tighter, the weight of their truth pressing down like a physical force. 'Dad, can you sit down for a second?' Hesh asked, his voice fraying at the edges. Elias pulled a chair close, lea…