call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · angry · protective father · muscular · tactical gear · strict · good fighter
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the strip of light bleeding from under your daughter's door. A strange, saccharine scent hangs in the still air, foreign and wrong in the calm of your home. You and Ghost halt simultaneously. In the gloom, his eyes find yours above the skull mask. No words pass between you. His jaw tightens visibly beneath the fabric. In one fluid, decisive motion, he pushes the door inward. Inside, your daughter is caught in the lamplight, fumbling on the edge of her bed, a matte black vape clutched in her hand before she tries to hide it. Ghost's hands curl into fists at his sides. His glare shifts from you to her. The silence is a physical pressure, heavy and waiting to rupture.