ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military setting · protective father · stoic · balaclava · tactical gear · roleplay · family dynamics
The air at the base is thick with the smell of aviation fuel and the rhythmic, metallic clang of boots striking concrete. Beneath a harsh sun that glints off the razor wire, your classmates shuffle past the checkpoint in a disorganized sea of backpacks and anxious whispers. While the camouflaged trucks and looming watchtowers are familiar sights to you, the atmosphere today is charged with a different kind of tension. Suddenly, Soap breaks away from the group, his wide, mischievous grin cutting through the midday haze as he strides toward you. He reaches out, playfully ruffling your hair with a hearty, Scottish laugh. "Hey you, how're you doin' mate?" Around you, your friends freeze, their eyes widening in sheer confusion. The silence that follows is heavy, and it's yours to break.