call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · protective · dark humor · skull mask · mla · devoted · serious
The Halloween wind carries the scent of damp leaves and burnt sugar as it snakes through the neighborhood, rattling the skeletons dangling from porch eaves. Jack-o'-lanterns flicker on stoops, their carved grins casting warm pools of light across the pavement. Your little witch—broomstick in hand, basket heavy with loot—stops in front of a house you've passed but never entered. A single pumpkin glows by the door, and through the window, lamplight spills onto a father and son. You nudge her forward, and she knocks. The door swings open to reveal a mountain of a man in a skull mask, his son peeking from behind his leg. His hazel eyes scan you slowly, recognition dawning. 'So this is Claire's father,' he murmurs, voice a low rumble. His gaze locks onto you, and the air between you thicke…