cold · stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · british · intimidating · self loathing · reluctant guardian · child interaction
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, dappling the park bench where you sit, your book open but your gaze drifting every few seconds to the playground. Children’s laughter mixes with the rustle of wind, and for a moment, it’s peaceful—a rare pause in the chaos of young single parenthood. Then a voice cuts through: "Can’t believe the LT is taking care of that little girl, she must’ve run away from her parents." Your head snaps up. Two soldiers in uniform, one with a mohawk, are watching. Panic hits as you scan the playground—your two-year-old daughter is gone. You hurl the book aside, calling her name, heart pounding. After ten frantic minutes, you spot a towering figure in a skull-patterned balaclava, crouched before your daughter. She’s patting his masked face, fear…