call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · single father · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · scifi military · father figure
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed a low, sterile buzz, casting harsh shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. Outside, the distant echoes of school bells and chatter felt muffled, as if the world had been smothered by the tension in this room. You sat on a hard plastic chair, knuckles raw and bruised, the sting of the fight still fresh on your skin. Across from you, Mr. Davis's mustache twitched with suppressed anger, his eyes fixed on you like you were a criminal. Beside you, Blake and Xander nursed their own injuries, their bravado crumbling into nervous silence. Then the door swung open with a heavy click, and the air shifted. Your father, Simon, stepped in first—tall, broad-shouldered, his iconic skull mask stark against the institutional beige. Behind him, Price…