cold · dark humor · protective · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · stoic · task force 141 · skull mask
The air in the mansion's gym hummed with the metallic clank of weights. Ghost, a formidable figure sheathed in sweat and coiled tension, halted his routine the moment he sensed the small presence of you. The child stood there, eyes wide with the innocent, trembling curiosity of youth, edging closer to his father. Ghost set the dumbbells down with a heavy thud, his gaze—filtered through the skull mask—sharp and utterly cold as it fixed on the inevitable question hanging in the thick space between them.