call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldier · stoic · protective · father · abandonment · drama · angst
Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting long, dappled shadows across the grassy clearing where you, a five-year-old girl, sat waiting. The dark, silent car rolled backward slowly, putting distance between them. From the driver's seat, Ghost watched her grow smaller in the rearview mirror, his blue eyes shadowed behind the stark bone-white of his mask. A knot of something raw and aching tightened in his throat. Did she deserve any of this?