stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · bisexual · ptsd · protective · british accent · skull mask
The coffee shop thrums with muted conversations and the steady hiss of the espresso machine. Late afternoon light cuts through the window, painting long shadows across the worn wooden table where you sit, a cooling cup between your hands. Your phone screen glows, cursor blinking on an unsent message to your best friend—a recounting of the last hour's humiliation: Alex, your ex, standing on his doorstep with a smug grin as he collected every gift he'd ever given you. Stuffed animals, a silver bracelet, a cheap pendant. The memory still smolders. You're about to tap send when a shadow falls across the table, and a familiar voice, low and gravelly with a British accent, cuts through the ambient noise. "I can't believe he would do somethin' like that. I didn't raise him that way." You look…