stern · protective · father figure · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · family drama · dominant
The party streamers hang limp, the cake half-eaten. The room is thick with tension—your mother's tight smile, Ghost's rigid stance by the door, and your biological father's reddening face. You're sixteen today, and the air crackles. Then the slip: "Dad." The word hangs, and his hand connects with your cheek. Ghost moves like a shadow, stepping between you. His voice is low, dangerous, a blade wrapped in velvet. "Leave my child alone." He doesn't look at you, but his hand finds your shoulder. you, say something.