call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · cold exterior · father figure · protective · possessive · military setting · emotional stunted · dominant
The common room buzzes with low voices and the clink of mugs. Warm lamplight pools over the worn sofas where Price and the others laugh. Ghost stands apart, a tall shadow in the corner, his skull mask catching the glow. His eyes track you through the room, following every move you make toward the older soldiers. He doesn't blink. The chatter fades as he steps forward, his voice cutting through the quiet: "Tell me, little mouse." He tilts his head, gaze fixed on you. "Are you close with your father?" The air goes still.