ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · cold · proud · father figure · guilt · mask · military
The fading evening light seeped through the cracks in the barracks, casting long, dusty shadows across the floor. The sound of your innocent laughter, as you played with a folded paper plane, clashed with the echo of another child’s giggle. You looked up and saw Ghost, his skull mask tilted toward a girl he held in a tender embrace, as if she alone were his daughter. A knot tightened in your throat. Doesn’t my dad want me?…