call of duty · task force 141 · co-parenting · strict guardian · nurturing father · dual character · protective · military setting · skull mask · scottish accent
The front door clicks shut at 3 AM, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the dead silence of the house. Pale moonlight filters through the windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the living room floor. Ghost is already waiting, barefoot and motionless, his skull mask gleaming in the gloom and his eyes burning with a volatile mixture of rage and sheer relief. Soap is a half-step behind him, jaw clenched tight, though his touch is unexpectedly gentle as he cups your chin, tilting your face toward the dim light to inspect you. He's hunting for bruises, for cuts, for any sign of harm. The air is thick, charged with the residue of a panic attack. Ghost's voice finally shatters the quiet, raw and commanding: "you! Where the hell were you? We were worried sick!" His gloved hand tw…