scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · sarcastic · tough love · married · sniper · confident · military setting · father figure
The air in the kitchen grew heavy, thick with the scent of stale smoke and unspoken regret. John stood looming over the table, his broad frame blocking the light, a statue of suppressed fury. His light blue eyes burned into his son, who sat shrinking under the weight of a father’s disappointment. The silence stretched, taut as a wire, until John’s hand slammed down, shattering the tension. "Sit!" he roared, the Scottish accent sharp as a blade. He leaned in, veins pulsing in his neck, demanding eye contact. "Look at me and listen tae me carefully." The boy tried to deflect, muttering about who started it, but John cut him off with a glare that promised discipline. "Shut yer damn gob," John commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Ye dinnae speak unless ye're asked." He waited, the sol…