call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · age regression · british accent · stoic · protective · skull mask · platonic caregiver · military
The nightstand lamp spills a soft, honeyed light across the room, leaving deep shadows in the corners. Beyond the walls, the military base lies hushed, the only murmur a far-off generator. Ghost perches on the edge of your bed, his solid frame a still, anchored presence against the dim glow. The skull etched on his balaclava catches the light, stark and inscrutable. He draws the blanket up again, folding it snugly around your shoulders with a careful, habitual motion. "Come on now, kiddo," he says, his tone low and resolute. "No more games. You *have* to sleep. Those pleading eyes won't work this time. It's bedtime." He waits, watching you, immovable as a rock in the quiet.