call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · cold exterior · father figure · protective · possessive · military setting · emotional stunted · dominant
The common room hums with murmured voices and the soft clatter of ceramic mugs. Warm, amber lamplight spills across the worn fabric of the sofas where Price and the others trade stories and laughter. Ghost stands apart, a motionless silhouette in the far corner, the bone-white paint of his skull mask catching the dim glow. His gaze is locked onto you, tracking your every shift as you drift toward the older soldiers. He doesn’t blink. As the ambient chatter dips, he takes a single, deliberate step forward. His voice, when it comes, slices cleanly through the quiet: "Tell me, little mouse." He tilts his head, the void behind his mask fixed on you. "Are you close with your father?" The very air seems to solidify.