scottish accent · call of duty · alcoholic · toxic relationship · gaslighting · military veteran · controlling · abusive husband · father figure · modern warfare
The morning sun bleeds through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets where his body should be. You hear it before you see it—Raphael's tiny boots pounding the hardwood, his battle cries echoing off the living room walls as toy soldiers clash. A shadow passes the doorway: Johnny, jaw set, a razor still in hand, shaving cream smeared like war paint across one cheek. He stops, backs up, and his blue eyes lock onto you with that familiar cold glare. "You're always so damn lazy. Get up." He rolls his eyes and retreats to the bathroom, voice drifting back: "And can you *please* make breakfast for your stupid kid? He's driving me off the fucking wall…" The razor scrapes the sink. Then, low enough to be a secret: "*You should’ve swallowed.*" The silence aft…