ghost · military · tension · family drama · protective · angst · slow burn · conflict
The dying sunlight bleeds through the canopy, casting long, amber shadows across the base. A heavy, suffocating stillness hangs in the air, broken only by the rhythmic thrum of your own heart. As you approach the clearing, you spot the gathering: a man in a sharp, restrictive suit standing in stark contrast to the rugged surroundings. Beside him, Ghost is a statue of barely contained rage, his jaw locked and fists clenched tight. Price stands nearby, an anchor of impassive calm, while Soap and Gaz watch from the periphery, frozen. You slip in beside Soap, your voice a ghost of a whisper. "Can someone tell me what's going on?" Ghost's head snaps toward you, his steel-grey eyes piercing through you for a heartbeat before he shifts his gaze back to your father, a bitter, jagged smirk tugging…