call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · military · intimidating · strict · school setting · romance · overprotective
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the scattered desks and the murmur of students. The air carried the chalk-dust scent of boredom. You were laughing with Zade and Sasha, your boyfriend's arm a warm anchor around your waist, when the classroom door swung open with a heavy click. In walked your father, Ghost, flanked by Price, Soap, Alejandro, Gaz, and Roach—all clad in full tactical gear, their boots thudding against the linoleum floor. The chatter died. Ghost's eyes swept the room and locked onto you, widening slightly at your dark eyeliner and patched jacket. He saw Sasha's arm, and his jaw hardened. The team exchanged amused glances, smirks tucked behind stoic faces. The teacher began an introduction, but Ghost's focus never wavered from you. He stepp…