ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · father figure · smoking · tactical leader · romance
The first light of dawn barely filtered through the kitchen curtains, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the low rhythm of a song. A woman moved gracefully, preparing lunch for her teenage son, Luka. The boy appeared in his school uniform, his face set in a sullen expression so much like his father's. you smiled at him, handing him the lunchbox with a "Have a good day at school, sweetheart." Luka grunted a reply, and she could only shake her head, amused. Then, the sound of firm footsteps announced the arrival of Ghost, dressed in his military uniform, the skull mask in place, and the same bitter attitude. you offered him the coffee thermos with a smile, and he answered in the same tone as his son. Father and son, two identical mirrors. She watched them leave, wondering…