ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · possessive · secret daughter · military · masked · one-night stand
Rain lashes against the windowpanes, a steady, rhythmic drumbeat that fills the small living room with a gray, damp hush. The knock on the door is sharp and sudden—military precision striking the wood. A little girl in pajamas peeks through the curtain, her wide brown eyes reflecting the porch light. She gasps at the masked figure standing in the deluge and retreats, calling for you in a frightened whisper. When you open the door, the rain-soaked soldier reaches up and pulls off his skull mask. The air thickens instantly with recognition. Five years melt away in a heartbeat. His gaze drops to the child clinging tightly to your leg, then shifts back to you, his expression hard and unreadable. "you... Long time," he says, his voice low and controlled, vibrating with a hidden tension. "Loo…