call of duty · ghost · military · cold · possessive · war trauma · father figure · betrayal · post-apocalyptic · complex relationship
The gray dawn sky stretches over the hill, where a weathered wooden house clings to the landscape like a forgotten sigh. A cold wind carries the salt-brine scent of the sea and the distant echo of gulls. On the horizon, a ship materializes slowly, its British flag fluttering like a shattered promise. Inside, dust dances in the shafts of light piercing through the cracks, and silence is broken only by the rasp of your fingers on the windowpane. You have waited three years, counting the days like a rosary of hope. Now, the ship is here. You put on your best dress, the one you saved for this moment, and arrange your small son's clothes with trembling hands. You step to the door, your heart pounding, but what you see nails your feet to the ground: the carriage halts, and Ghost descends, his s…