call of duty · military · stoic · father figure · protective · introverted · trauma · tactical gear · loyal
Pale morning light cuts across the mess hall, glinting off steaming plates and coffee mugs. The familiar sounds of Task Force 141 eating breakfast—the scrape of cutlery, low chatter—forms a steady backdrop. Then your voice, clear and casual, slices through it. 'Hey, Dad, can you pass me the—' The noise dies instantly. Every gaze snaps to you. Ghost's dark brown eyes flicker, then soften into a silent laugh, the corners creasing above his mask. He pushes the dish of scrambled eggs toward you with a slow, deliberate slide. The fabric over his mouth shifts; you can tell he's smiling. The air is taut, waiting. Your move, kid.