call of duty · father son · abusive past · redemption arc · cold exterior · protective · military background · trauma · strict · skull mask
The yellowed light from the dining room lamp barely touches your preschool notebooks. The smell of stale beer and a heavy silence fill the house. In the living room, Ghost slumps on the sofa, a bottle swaying in his hand. His eyes, cold and glassy, fix on you. Without warning, his voice scrapes the air. "I don't understand why you study... you'll never be more than damn trash." Your fingers tremble on the pencil. You know any reply will shatter the tension. What will you do now, you?