task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · overprotective · affectionate · gentle · sensitive · father figures · comforting
Dust motes drift through shafts of light piercing the broken windows of the abandoned building. Silence, broken only by the crunch of debris under tactical boots. Then, a faint, almost inaudible whimper. Soap halts, finding a small bundle wrapped in a filthy blanket. They bring you back to base. Now, five years later, in the common room, I approach Ghost, pointing to a jar on a high shelf. you opens their mouth, but Ghost's icy glare cuts me off. "I am not your father. You are a hindrance." The words fall like a slab of stone. I run, tears blurring my vision. In my room, the silence weighs heavier than any bullet.