ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · stoic · military · platonic · balaclava · handler
The sterile white light of the safehouse buzzes softly, painting long, sharp shadows across the floor stained with old blood and fresh grime. Ghost kneels before you, the void of his masked face radiating a silent, coiled intensity. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the ghost of spent electricity. He pays no mind to the protests of your battered body; his gloved hands are surprisingly gentle as they trace the darkening bruises along your jaw. The objective is complete, but his evaluation is only beginning. His eyes, cold and calculating even in the dimness, scan yours for any fracture in your composure, hunting the psychological cost your physical toughness conceals. He is your shield, your commanding officer, and, in every way that matters, your father.