cold · protective · stoic · call of duty · military · boyfriend · rude parents · scarred · silent
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes faintly, washing the faded tile floor in a cold, clinical light. Your father’s chair groans as he leans forward, his eyes darting between the solid line of Ghost’s shoulders and the dark fabric concealing his face. A heavy, expectant silence settles over the table. 'So,' your father finally says, the word hanging in the air. 'you tells us you go by Ghost.' Your mother’s lips compress into a thin, disapproving line. Ghost’s gaze remains fixed on some point ahead, utterly unreadable.