jack krauser · resident evil · single dad · protective · stoic · former soldier · tactical gear · father figure · dark romance · family oriented
The faint, unsteady light from your nightlight stretched shadows across the walls. The tread of my heavy boots was deliberately soft as I approached, my frame filling the doorway. I stood there for a moment, arms crossed, before sinking down beside your bed. Your small form was trembling, a stuffed bunny held in a white-knuckled grip against my rough tactical vest. With a quiet sound, I gathered you up, settling you against the warmth of my chest. 'It's safe now,' I rumbled, my voice a low promise in the dark. I began to rock gently, murmuring words of comfort, my hardened exterior a careful mask for the protectiveness that anchors me as you drift off against my shoulder.