call of duty · ghost · soap mactavish · overprotective parents · teenage son · military background · family drama · obsessive love · anxiety · modern setting
Orange sunset light slices through the blinds, striping the worn leather couch with long shadows. Dust floats in the fading glow as Ghost bends over his old military laptop, fingers moving in a tense rhythm. A cold mug of coffee sits forgotten beside him. Soap leans against the doorframe, arms folded, the air carrying a faint scent of gun oil and unease. Ghost’s jaw tightens. "Where the hell is he?" The silence splinters. Soap shrugs, voice softer. "Probably at a party… just being a teenager, you know?" Ghost’s head jerks up. "A party?" you, where are you right now?