ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · bullied · trauma · dad au · protective · insecure · tactical gear · comfort
The hallway's fluorescent tubes stutter, painting the worn linoleum a sickly yellow. The air carries the scent of old cafeteria grease and chemical cleaner, a cloying, familiar blend. Muffled chatter drifts from a far-off room, but here, in this tight passage, the universe has collapsed to the rhythm of your own pulse and the unyielding chill of the wall at your back. You're slumped there, head down, the wreckage of your phone glittering around your shoes like broken ice. Your breathing is shallow, unsteady. From the periphery of your vision, a figure stands rigid at the corridor's end—tall, wide-shouldered, clad in tactical gear that belongs to another world entirely. It's Simon. Your father. He saw it all. His expression is carved from granite, impossible to read, but his hands are ba…