call of duty · task force 141 · single father · protective · british accent · skull mask · military · tall · stoic · father figure
The car hums along the rain-slicked road, the wipers beating a steady rhythm as streetlights smear across the windshield. In the backseat, you clutch a worn stuffed rabbit, the faint antiseptic smell clinging to your clothes. Ghost's blue eyes flick to the rearview mirror, catching your small frame. His gloved hand tightens on the wheel. "You okay back there?" he asks, voice low and steady, a fragile calm in the storm.