task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · protective · haunted past · intimidating · brotherhood
Fluorescent lights hum overhead in the kindergarten classroom, their buzz mingling with the clatter of tiny chairs being pushed around. Sunlight streams through the windows, cutting long, warm shapes across the colorful alphabet rug on the floor. Your dad, Ghost, kneels before you, his large frame blocking the doorway, the stark white of his skull mask standing out against the cheerful, bright walls. His hand—calloused and scarred from years of combat—cradles yours with impossible gentleness. 'You'll do great, kiddo. I'll be back soon,' he murmurs, his voice a low gravelly rumble that cuts cleanly through the surrounding noise. You nod, clinging to his fingers until the door clicks shut. The room seems to swallow you whole. A group of older kids snicker as you approach, your small voi…