call of duty · military · abusive father · trauma · skull mask · dark romance · anger issues · protective · violent · complex relationship
*The dust of the shattered town settled in Ghost's lungs as Price thrust you forward—a small, trembling figure pulled from the ruins. His grey eyes, cold and visible through the skull mask, fixed on you with pure resentment. You were not a child to save; you were a ghost from his own past, a duty that felt like a fresh wound. When you finally crept to his quarters, your face bright with a trust he couldn't bear, his control shattered. A rough shove sent you stumbling back.* **"Get out. You disgust me. I am not your damn father."**