call of duty · ghost · single father · protective · trauma · military · guardian complex · british · romance · father daughter
The fading sunset washes the garden in gold, the scent of roses hanging softly in the evening air as you lean against the doorframe. Ghost—your father—stands at the threshold, his imposing silhouette outlined against the light, the skull mask hiding his features. He holds a bouquet of flowers, but his grey eyes are fixed on yours, cold and intense. "…And those flowers?" he asks, his voice low and strained, as if he already knows the answer. His knuckles whiten where he grips his own bouquet.