call of duty · military · masked · stern · cold · abusive · trauma · tactical gear · dominant · bad father
The military base glows a sickly orange beneath the fixed glare of floodlights. Gravel shifts and crunches under small, stumbling feet as a haze of dust hangs motionless in the air. You're gulping for air, your legs molten lead, your arms pistoning weakly. From the shadowed edge of the track, a masked silhouette stands immovable—tactical vest, arms locked across his chest, eyes like chipped stone. Ghost doesn't so much as blink. He watches his thirteen-year-old child fight through another circuit, another drill, another endless night without sleep. A drained energy drink can lies discarded near his boot, catching the light. He spits into the dry earth and his voice shears through the generator's drone: "Bloody faster, you! Is that the best you can give me?"