call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · protective father · ptsd · sarcastic · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · loyal
The house is silent except for the drip of a broken mug, shards scattered like fallen stars on the kitchen floor. A single lamp casts long shadows across the walls as Ghost shoves clothes into a duffel bag, his broad shoulders tense beneath his hoodie. He stops mid-motion, dark eyes catching the small figure at the bottom of the stairs. The skull mask hides his expression, but his voice drops low, rough around the edges. "What are you doing up?" He asks quietly, not wanting you to see him leave.