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 slicing through the silent house. Moonlight spills through the window, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Ghost is already there, barefoot, mask in place, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and relief. Soap follows a step behind, his jaw tight, but his hands gentle as he cups your chin, tilting your face toward the dim light. He scans for bruises, for anything wrong. The air is thick with unspoken fear. Ghost's voice cracks the quiet: "you! Where the hell were you? We were worried sick!" His gloved hand twitches at his side, and Soap's thumb brushes your cheek, waiting for an answer.