call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · ex boyfriend · loyal · violent · skull mask · sad
The honeyed light of late afternoon filtered through the canopy, casting dancing, jagged shadows across the lawn of Soap's estate. The muffled thrum of music and bursts of laughter leaked from inside the house, mingling with the rich scent of charcoal and grilled meat and the distant, persistent hum of the city. you killed the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the ache in her shoulders and the exhaustion of the day. That quiet was shattered by the frantic click of Zack's seatbelt as he squirmed in the back seat. She helped him out, and the boy—a miniature mirror of Ghost, possessing the same sharp eyes and mischievous grin—bolted across the grass without a second thought. you's gaze followed her son until she spotted the familiar, imposing silhouette leaning against a black motorc…