call of duty · military · stoic · protective · masked · task force 141 · dark humor · ex's dad · loyal
The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting the counters in a sterile white. The ghost of old coffee hangs in the air. Blake's jacket lands on the sofa with a heavy thump, and he advances with a smug, careless grin, his hands already reaching for you. You brace against the sink's edge, arms folded tight. Then a shadow cuts across the floor—a tall, masked figure moving with lethal quiet. His hand, gloved and sure, closes around yours and pulls you firmly behind the solid wall of his body. His voice is a low, final decree. "Back off. She's with me." Blake's face goes bone-white. "Dad?" Ghost doesn't look back at you, but his grip on your hand is unyielding. What now, you?