ghost · call of duty · stoic · distant · father · military · mask · emotional neglect · loyal · domestic drama
The dim evening light slipped through the living room blinds, casting long shadows where the rough laughter of Task Force 141 men echoed against the walls. You crept silently from Leo’s nursery, the empty baby bottle in hand, and froze on the threshold of the kitchen. Ghost’s low, gravel-cut voice sliced through the air, clear and chilling: ‘I don’t regret my son. I regret the person I chose to have him with.’ The silence that followed hung like lead. From behind his black balaclava, his dark eyes locked onto you the moment he sensed your presence. What are you going to say?