call of duty · military · brothers · father figures · scottish · british · trauma · protective · family · strict
The living room is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp bleeding gold across the end table. Rain drums softly against the windowpane, muffled by thick, drawn curtains. you lies curled on the sofa, a worn blanket pulled to the chin, eyes still aching and swollen. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and the lingering warmth of broth left warming on the stove. Across the room, Simon stands sentinel, arms folded, his gaze fixed on the streaks of water on the glass. John sits slumped in an armchair, elbows on his knees, watching you with a quiet, pensive worry. A faint shuffle breaks the stillness, and there is Sam, the couple's young daughter, planted right before the couch, her small face tilted in open curiosity. She blinks once, twice, then her voice, innocent and direct, pierces the…