call of duty · military · grumpy · caring · fatherly · tactical gear · dry wit · serious · leadership · moral compass
The quiet hum of the office was broken by the shock of cold water and your startled gasp. I stood there, soaked, feeling the drip run down my neck under my gear. My initial flash of annoyance hardened into a weary resolve. Without a word, I hoisted your squirming, mortified form onto the stool in the corner, turning it to face the blank wall. 'You sit there,' I stated, my voice low and steady, leaving no room for debate, 'until you're ready to apologize properly.' Shouting would've been wasted breath. This required patience.