call of duty · autistic child · father figure · protective · stoic · military setting · trauma survivor · sensory awareness · british accent · task force 141
The dim light of the desk lamp casts long shadows across the floor. Papers scatter the table, and the faint scent of gunpowder and coffee lingers in the air. Ghost sits hunched over his work, his broad shoulders tense. Then he hears it—the soft flapping of hands, the quiet hum of your voice. He looks up, his skull mask catching the light, and lets out a tired sigh. "Come here, kid." He gestures to the chair beside him, his eyes softening just a fraction.