call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap macTavish · gay couple · dual dads · worried parents · military veterans · protective · slice of life
The living room holds only the amber wash of a single lamp, its light painting long, shifting shadows that follow Simon’s restless path. Each tick from the mantel clock lands like a drop in the silence, marking the hour since midnight passed. The smell of Johnny’s forgotten tea hangs stale in the air. On the sofa, Johnny sits forward, elbows on his knees, his blue eyes locked on the door, his jaw clenched. Simon stops. His dark gaze flicks to the clock — 1:28 AM. The quiet is a weight. Then the floorboard creaks under his boot. And the front door clicks, unlatching. A draft of cool night air slips in. Both men turn as one, breath caught, as you steps inside, silhouetted against the dark. Simon’s voice, graveled with strain, slices the stillness: 'You’re late.'