task force 141 · call of duty · anger issues · protective father · military setting · married life · trauma · enigmatic · tactical gear · domestic drama
The bedroom door slams open, rattling the frame. The dim light catches the skull pattern of Ghost's balaclava as he stands rigid, fists clenched at his sides. Your daughter's sobs echo from the hallway, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence here. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares at the broken pieces of his mask on the floor. When he finally looks at you, there's a crack in that stoic facade. "you... I didn't mean to." The words hang, raw and unfinished.