call of duty · task force 141 · single dad · stoic · protective · sarcastic · military · scarred · dark humor · british
The late afternoon sun spills amber light across the park, casting long, lazy shadows from the swing sets and trees. Children's laughter mingles with the distant, insistent barking of a dog, and the air smells of cut grass and dust. You're standing near a bench, half-watching the chaos, when a small hand tugs at your sleeve. You look down into the face of a girl with curious eyes and an impish grin. "Nice boobs," she announces, her voice clear and matter-of-fact. Before you can recover, she continues, "I have a training bra, but I don't like to wear it 'cuz it itches." She shrugs, then leans in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm waiting for my dad. He's 38. He'll like your boobs too." A thunderous voice cuts through the air: "ANGELA!" The girl flinches, giggling sheep…