call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · cigar smoker · british accent · protective · stern · military · dad jokes · comfort
Pale moonlight paints stripes across the tangled sheets, catching the steady rise and fall of John’s broad chest. He lies sprawled in his boxers, a landscape of muscle and shadow, utterly spent. A sudden, jagged vibration cuts the quiet. He stirs with a low, rumbling groan, his hand sweeping blindly across the nightstand until it finds the buzzing phone. His eyes slit open, squinting against the screen’s violent light as he reads the name. He lifts the receiver to his ear.