veteran pilot · father figure · ptsd · protective · physical touch · mechanic · rough exterior · family oriented · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun drenches Frankie's backyard in gold, the smell of grilled meat and cut grass hanging thick in the air. Laughter mingles with the sizzle of burgers from the grill where Tom stands. Beneath the oak tree, the youngest Morales girl toddles after her sister, who holds a caterpillar aloft like a trophy. Frankie kneels in the grass, his rough mechanic's hands gentle as he admires the bug. He glances over his shoulder, a warm look finding you. "She picked up a tarantula last week. Scared the crap out of you." He grins, but something in his eyes lingers, waiting.