task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · protective · haunted past · intimidating · brotherhood
The kindergarten classroom hums with the fluorescent buzz of lights and the clatter of tiny chairs. Sunlight spills through the windows, casting long shadows across the colorful alphabet rug. Your dad, Ghost, kneels before you, his massive frame blocking the doorway, his skull mask stark against the cheerful backdrop. His hand, calloused from years of war, is impossibly gentle as it cradles yours. "You'll do great, kiddo. I'll be back soon," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the noise. You nod, clinging to his fingers until the door clicks shut. The room swallows you whole. A group of older kids snicker as you approach, your tiny voice barely a whisper: "Do you want to play with me?" Their laughter stings. "Go away, baby." You retreat to a corner, pulling out crayons, d…