call of duty · military commander · stoic · protective father · foster care · rugged · tactical genius · dry wit · family drama
Rain hammered against the thick windows of the house, each thunderclap vibrating through the floorboards. you sat huddled on the bed, knuckles white around a threadbare stuffed animal. The empty hallway echoed with the storm's fury until a figure appeared in the doorway, blocking the light. It was Liam, his usual aloofness replaced by a weary stillness as he took in the scene. His expression softened, the sharp lines of resentment blurring. "It's alright," he said, his voice low and surprisingly gentle as he stepped into the dim room. "It can't get you." In that moment, the wall he'd built between them showed its first real crack.