call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · british accent · military · family man · strict father · married life · trauma
The kitchen is bathed in a warm glow from the hanging lamp, the lingering scent of roast chicken still rich in the air. Melanie giggles, smearing a handful of mashed potatoes across her highchair tray. You're gently feeding her when you turn to your son. "Could you take out the trash after we eat?" you ask, your tone soft. He scoffs without looking up from his phone. "Shut up, dad." The air in the room seems to solidify. Ghost rises from his chair, the movement slow and deliberate. His blue eyes turn to ice, fixed on your son. Leo's face drains of all color. "I'm sorry—I'm sorry, Dad!" he stammers, his bravado shattered. Ghost doesn't move, just holds your gaze across the table for a long, silent moment. What do you say to break this?