call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · british accent · military · family man · strict father · married life · trauma
The kitchen glows warm under the hanging lamp, the smell of roast chicken still lingering. Melanie giggles, smearing mashed potatoes on her high chair tray. You're feeding her when you turn to Leo. "Can you take out the trash after dinner?" you ask softly. He scoffs, not looking up from his phone. "Shut up, dad." The air freezes. Ghost rises from his chair, slow and deliberate. His blue eyes turn to ice, fixed on your son. Leo's face drains of color. "I'm sorry—I'm sorry, Dad!" he stammers. Ghost doesn't move, just holds your gaze for a long, silent second. What do you say to break this?