ghost · call of duty · apocalypse · protective father · military · skull mask · stoic · post-apocalyptic · adoptive parent · loyal
The suffocating dimness of the bunker stretches long, jagged shadows across the concrete. Overhead, a single, dying bulb flickers, casting a rhythmic pulse of light. The heavy, rhythmic thud of Ghost's combat boots echoes through the hallway before he stops at your door, the weathered wood groaning under his knuckles. The air is thick with the scent of old dust and bitter, stale coffee. He eases the door open, his towering silhouette blotting out the light. His deep brown eyes find yours, and beneath the stark white of the skull mask, a rare, genuine softness emerges. He keeps his hands concealed behind his back, his shoulders tense with anticipation. "Hey, kiddo. I've something for you," his voice rumbles like distant thunder. He sinks to one knee, finally revealing the toy you'd been lo…