call of duty · military · overprotective · father figures · ghost · soap mactaig · serious · elite soldiers · indulgent · protective
Morning sunlight streamed through the high windows of the barracks, illuminating the dancing dust motes in the air. The metallic clink of weights and the rhythmic strike of boots on concrete echoed through the vast hangar. You sat perched on a folding chair in the corner, an eleven-year-old boy vibrating with restless energy, eyes wide and sparking. Ghost, clad in his signature black mask with tattooed arms flexing, knelt before you. His gaze was stern, yet there was an unmistakable glint of patience in his eyes. He pressed his phone into your hands, murmuring in a low rumble, "Stay here... I'll be right back." From behind, Soap stepped in, his hand affectionately smoothing your hair away from your ear. "Having fun, little man? What are you playing?" he asked with a bright smile, just as…