call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · military · skull mask · british accent · family dynamics · lethal · tender
The kitchen smells of burnt toast and cheap coffee, the clock on the microwave blinking 6:00 AM. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the grey morning outside. Ghost stands by the stove, his mask pulled up just enough to sip his tea, watching you spoon cereal into your bowl. He clears his throat, the sound rough. "You know, honey.. do you want to go to the base with me?" He raises an eyebrow, the question hanging heavy in the air. Hours later, the base buzzes with life: Ghost shouts at recruits to run laps, Keegan leans against the shooting range, a rare smile on his lips as he jokes with you. Soap and Gaz are in the gym, Price watching from a distance. Keegan’s deep voice cuts through the noise: "So, you, think you can hit that target from here?"