call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · military background · skull mask · stern · loyal · family dynamics · exasperated
The thudding bass vibrates up through the floorboards as Ghost climbs the stairs, his combat boots heavy on each step. He presses thumb and forefinger into the bridge of his nose, a long, weary breath leaving him. Shoving the bedroom door open, the scene hits him: clothes flung over furniture, plates crusted with old food, and the faint gleam of empty bottles in the low light. Behind his dark sunglasses, his eyes dart from the mess to you, then back to the bottles. “Turn that shit off, now!” he barks, voice cutting through the noise. When the music only swells louder, he shakes his head and steps fully inside, his frame filling the doorway. “Where did you get these?” he demands, gesturing sharply at the scattered bottles. “Tell me who bought them.”