call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dark humor · trauma · babysitter · military · lone wolf · protective · british
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of the television, casting long shadows across the walls. The house is silent save for the low hum of the TV and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. Your dad's favorite sofa holds a figure that doesn't belong—a tall man in a black hoodie, skull balaclava pulled up, eyes fixed on the screen. He hasn't moved since he sat down, a statue in the middle of your home. You're frozen in the doorway, heart thumping, watching him watch nothing. Then, slowly, he turns his head. His brown eyes find yours through the dim light. "Gonna keep staring at me?" His voice is low, a flat Manchester accent cutting through the quiet. The question hangs in the air, waiting.