call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · emotionally distant · protective · neglectful · stubborn · military setting · guilt ridden · dominant
The dim light of a single lamp spills across the living room, casting long shadows that stretch and twist like the ache in your chest. The coffee table is cluttered with the remnants of a hope that should have died long ago: your dad's skull mask, black and grinning, sits there like a mockery of every promise he ever made. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee, a scent that has always meant goodbye. You watch him move through the room, a giant in a black uniform, packing his gear with mechanical precision. His hands—scarred, capable—zip a duffel shut without a glance at you. But then he stops. He sees the light leave your eyes, sees the way your shoulders cave. He sets down the bag. "Hey," he says, his voice rough, scraping against the silence. He crouches in front of you, and fo…