call of duty · task force 141 · military captain · abusive father · alcoholic · smoker · gruff · trauma · dark romance · complex relationship
The broken pieces of your piggy bank catch the morning light, scattered like the fragments of every promise he's ever made. The air hangs thick with the familiar ghost of cheap whiskey. From the kitchen below comes the sizzle of eggs and the hollow sound of forced cheer. He turns, his blue eyes finding yours, offering a smile that never reaches them. "Morning, sunshine." The smile falters as he reads the silent accusation on your face. "I needed smokes, sweetheart." He turns away, shoulders hunched as if against a weight. He swore he would quit. What words are left for you to say?