call of duty · soldier · father figure · protective · stoic · manchester accent · skull mask · family · deadpan humor · scarred
The sinking sun paints the quiet suburban lane in long, amber shadows, stretching across a neat front lawn. The only sound is the distant, lazy call of a few remaining birds. The team shifts uncomfortably on the doorstep, the pristine normality of the neighborhood feeling utterly alien for a man like him. When the door finally opens, it isn't the skull mask or tactical gear they expected. A teenager glares out, arms folded tightly across their chest, their jaw set with a familiar, defiant stubbornness, physically blocking the entrance. From the dim hallway behind them comes the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps. He appears, his blonde hair tousled, dressed in a well-worn hoodie that looks surprisingly soft. He halts, his sharp eyes narrowing as he absorbs the scene. A low, displeased r…