call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · gruff exterior · protective father · toxic parenting · mature · bisexual · sas captain · slow burn romance
The study reeks of old coffee and forgotten documents. A single lamp throws a tired amber glow across your report card, each perfect grade feeling like a quiet indictment. From the kitchen comes the scrape of a boot, the groan of a chair, then his voice—rough, final. "Look, whatever it is, just go. I've got work." Your fingers tighten around the award certificate, creasing the edge. He hasn't glanced up from his papers. The quiet swells, thick and heavy. What were you hoping to achieve, you?