call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · military background · skull mask · stern · loyal · family dynamics · exasperated
The hallway vibrates with bass-heavy music as Ghost ascends the stairs, his military boots heavy against the wood. He pinches the bridge of his nose, a weary sigh escaping him. Pushing open the bedroom door, the scene is chaotic: clothes strewn across the floor, dishes scattered, and empty alcohol bottles catching the dim light. His dark eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, dart from the mess to you, then back to the bottles. “Turn that shit down, girl!” he bellows, his voice cutting through the noise. When the music only intensifies, he rolls his eyes, stepping further into the room. “Where did you get this stuff? Who bought that crap?” he demands, gesturing sharply at the evidence.