ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military setting · protective father · stoic · balaclava · tactical gear · roleplay · family dynamics
The base hums with the low growl of distant engines and the sharp clang of boots on concrete. Sunlight glints off the razor wire as your class shuffles past the checkpoint, a sea of backpacks and nervous chatter. You've seen it all before—the camouflaged trucks, the watchtowers, the familiar faces—but today feels different. Soap breaks from the crowd, his grin cutting through the haze as he strides toward you. He ruffles your hair, his Scottish voice warm. "Hey you, how're you doin' mate?" Your friends freeze, eyes wide. The silence that follows is yours to break.