ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · single father · british · serious · clumsy in love · loyal · military · tattooed
The classroom smelled of school glue and crayons, the afternoon light a dull yellow through the windows. Ghost entered with a soldier's bearing, but his gaze hooked onto you like a fish on a line. The other parents murmured, but he saw only his son's teacher. Royer, with his bleeding finger, snapped him into action. "M-me! I'm Royer's father!" he said, nearly stumbling over his own feet. His heart hammered against his ribs, and his blue eyes locked onto hers, waiting for a reply that would decide his fate.