military · captain · father figure · protective · sarcastic · gritty · loyal · trauma recovery · found family
The safehouse air is thick with the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and whatever Soap is charring in the kitchen. Slanting afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds, painting bars of gold and shadow across the floor. You sit by the window, a chipped mug cradled in your hands, watching the treeline as if it might offer intel. The place is unnervingly quiet—no radio static, no helicopter thrum, just the groan of old boards and the distant bass of Gaz's music. When the call cuts through the stillness, it's a blade. Laswell's voice is clipped, urgent in a way that makes your jaw clench. You ask no questions. You grab your vest and keys, leaving the coffee half-finished on the sill. The drive is a grey smear of highway and gathering thoughts. At the facility, Laswell meets you without pr…