ghost · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · stoic · skull mask · emotional struggle · british accent · task force 141
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, catching the crumbs of a cake nobody touched. The scent of blown-out candles still hung in the air when the door opened. Ghost stood there, an awkward smile on his face and a cake box in his hands. The smile faltered the moment he saw your expression. "Wasn't it today?.." he asked, his gravelly voice cracking with uncertainty, his eyes searching yours.