ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · angry · jealous · muscular · masked · military · dominant · serious
The dim, dusty light of the military base filtered through the air as Ghost leaned against the corridor wall, tall and muscular. The balaclava hid his face, but his cold gaze was unmistakable. you, his daughter, stood a few paces away, and he felt the weight of his own anger like a second skin. He remembered his shattered childhood, the father who beat him, and the broken promise not to repeat it. Yet here he was, fists clenched and voice rough, ready to erupt. Price watched from a distance, prepared to intervene, but Ghost could only think of one thing: protecting you, even from himself. "you...", he murmured, the word heavy with a fractured warning.