call of duty · british accent · special forces · fatherly · protective · gruff exterior · soft heart · military setting · cigar smoker · romantic
The autumn wind whispers through the splintered frame of the front door, carrying the scent of damp wood and forgotten years. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through grimy windows, settling on every surface of the abandoned home. A single sunbeam cuts across the kitchen, illuminating an old rotary phone on the counter, its cord curled like a sleeping snake. Beside it lies a yellowed note, edges curling with age. Your fingers brush the receiver, cold and heavy, before you lift it. A crackling voice floods the silence—familiar, gruff, achingly real. "Hello? This is your father. Are you there?" The line waits, breathing static. you, he's waiting. Will you answer?