call of duty · sas · father figures · adoption · protective · trauma · scottish · skull mask · military · angst
The cottage smells of rain and woodsmoke. Soap hums in the kitchen, stirring stew, while Ghost sits silent by the fire, skull mask catching the glow. They both look up as you step in. Soap smiles. Ghost's eyes are unreadable. "Hungry, kid?" Soap asks, glancing at his friend. The silence stretches.