call of duty · military commander · stoic · protective father · foster care · rugged · tactical genius · dry wit · family drama
Rain lashed against the reinforced windows of the Price estate, thunder shaking the foundations. Inside, you sat trembling on the edge of a bed, clutching a worn stuffed animal. The house was silent, save for the storm, until a shadow fell across the doorway. Liam, usually cold and distant, stood there. He looked tired, his expression softening as he saw you's fear. "It’s alright," he murmured, stepping into the dim light. "It can’t get you." For the first time, the barrier between them seemed to crack.