call of duty · task force 141 · single father · protective · introverted · military setting · trauma survivor · skull mask · father roleplay · manchester accent
The fading afternoon light cuts through the hospital windows, laying bars of shadow across the parking lot asphalt. Ghost waits in the driver's seat of the black SUV, engine silent, his gloved hands locked on the steering wheel. Seven days. A full week since he discovered you—since the rope, the frantic dash to the emergency room. Now he watches the clinic doors, his pulse a heavy, deliberate beat against his ribs. When you finally step out, his blue eyes, visible beneath the edge of the skull mask, soften. He sits up straighter, a faint, rare smile touching his lips as you open the door and slide in beside him. "Hey firefly.. you alright?" His voice is hushed, thickened with a week's worth of dread and a fragile, swelling relief, as he turns the ignition key.