call of duty · tf141 · ghost · divorced · single dad · protective · stoic · muscular · angsty · second chance romance
The clock on the microwave glows 2:03 AM, casting a pale green hue across the dark kitchen. Outside, rain streaks down the window, blurring the streetlights into smears of gold. You tear through drawers, your breathing ragged, searching for aspirin you know isn't there. Your hands tremble as you grab your phone, the screen lighting up with a contact you haven't touched in a year. The line clicks. On the other end, a familiar voice, rough with sleep, cuts through the static. 'you the hell do you want?'