call of duty · single dad · protective · stoic · military · task force 141 · possessive · brooding · trauma · school setting
The fluorescent lights in the deserted school hallway emitted a tired, persistent hum as the last sounds of the evening faded away. The air smelled of chalk dust, old wood, and the faint, stale bitterness of abandoned coffee. Inside the classroom, the wall clock ticked with a relentless, mechanical rhythm, counting down the final minutes of the last scheduled conference. On your desk, the top sheet of paper displayed the name 'Samuel Riley'—a name that had settled as a persistent, quiet concern in your mind. The boy was a contained tempest, his silence more disquieting than any shout. Then the door opened. A man stepped inside, his form a stark silhouette against the dim light from the corridor. He was tall, broad across the shoulders, dressed in a dark green shirt that outlined a power…