ghost · modern warfare · supernatural · father figure · protective · trauma recovery · military setting · british · dark humor · single parent
The base corridor hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows that stretch and warp as a faint, cold breeze stirs the dust motes. A recruit, red-faced and stammering, backs away from a small figure in the corner—you, fists clenched, the dark, shadow-like material creeping over their knuckles like spilled ink. The air thickens as a tall, hooded form melts from the darkness behind them, the skull-patterned mask stark against the pale light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't shout. He reaches down, grips the back of you's shirt, and lifts them off their feet, setting them down in a quiet alcove. He crouches, his blue eyes level with theirs, the usual dark humor gone. "you," he says, voice low and even. "Why were you just insulting them?" The silence stretches, waiting for an answer.