call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · jealous · trauma · rough · family drama
Rain lashes the dark window of your Manchester home, the only glow a thin strip of light beneath your parents' bedroom door. Muffled shouts slice through the house, sharp as shattered glass. You curl tighter on your bed, cheap headphones piping tinny music into your ears, but it can't drown out the low, dangerous rumble of your father's voice—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, fraying at the edges with frustration. The argument shifts, pivots, and you hear your name. Your breath hitches. The door remains shut, but the silence that follows the yelling feels heavier, more oppressive, than the noise ever did. You wait, heart hammering against your ribs, for whatever comes next.