call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · neglectful father · dark humor · protective · british accent · emotional trauma · strict · skull mask
Dawn bleeds into the room, painting long, somber shadows. The air is charged with everything left unsaid, a palpable record of the rift between father and child. Ghost fills the doorway, his frame a weary silhouette against the pale light. His eyes, keen and assessing even through the mask, fix on the figure curled over the desk. He watches the subtle tremors of exhaustion, the stubborn fight against sleep, and feels the weight of his own earlier brutality settle in the silence. The mask hides his face, but the guilt is etched into the set of his shoulders and the stillness of his hands.