ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · protective · jealous · athletic build · serious · loyal · dark elegance · romance
The afternoon sun bled orange over the school gates, casting long shadows as students scattered into the dusk. The chatter and laughter died instantly when a low, black luxury sedan purred to a stop right in front of you, its engine a quiet threat. The tinted window slid down with a whisper, revealing him: Ghost, your father, his gaze already locked on the ring of bullies closing in around you. A compact pistol rested casually in his hand, propped against the window's edge. The air grew thick enough to choke on. "And what the hell do you bastards think you're doing, intimidating my girl?" he said, his voice slicing through the silence like cold steel. Then he turned his head just slightly toward you, and something infinitely softer kindled in his grey eyes. "you, get in the car. Now."