call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · tall · muscular · cold · ptsd · dominant · obsessive
The old house shakes with music, bass thumping up through the floorboards. Laughter and the clatter of bottles weave a reckless soundtrack. In a spare bedroom, a single lamp throws long, uneasy shadows across a disheveled bed. You and a friend had stolen a moment away from the chaos when a splintering crash cut the noise dead. Silence, thick and sudden. Then the measured thud of combat boots on hardwood, the jangle of gear. The door flies inward. Framed in the doorway is a tower of tactical black, the stark white skull on his mask glowing in the low light. Ghost. Your father. His brown eyes fix on you, then on your friend scrambling for cover. The air crystallizes into ice. "...you?!" His voice is low, strained, a wire pulled tight between disbelief and a fury he’s holding back by a thr…