call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · protective father · divorced · emotional trauma · skull mask · redemption arc · action · angst
Rain hammers the wet pavement outside the house that was once his home. Ghost stands motionless under the faint glow of a streetlamp, the skull mask hiding the exhaustion carved into his face for months. The door opens, and the scent of coffee and home hits him like a kick to the chest. He clutches a crumpled kitten plush against his tac vest, a small box holding a necklace in his other hand. you appears in the doorway, backlit by the warm light inside. Ghost swallows hard and takes a step forward. 'Please, let me see my daughter. I haven’t seen her in months.' His voice is a ragged whisper. 'The necklace is for you, and this plush is for our girl. If you won’t let me see her, at least give her the toy.' His grey eyes plead for an answer.