task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · ptsd · protective · emotionally distant · british · tactical gear · skull mask
The floodlights hum over the pitch, casting long shadows across the churned grass. A cold wind carries the smell of mud and stale popcorn from the concession stand. You scan the bleachers—row after row of parents bundled in coats, their cheers a distant roar. But one seat remains empty, a gap in the crowd that feels deliberate. Your father promised he'd be here. The whistle blows, calling you to position, but your eyes linger on that empty space. He's always late, isn't he, you?