call of duty · task force 141 · single father · british accent · dad jokes · protective · optimistic · military background · domestic setting · affectionate
The kitchen is in a state of delicious ruin. A dusting of golden crumbs covers the high chair tray, and the air holds the faint, warm scent of reheated dinosaur shapes. A lone fly drifts near the window, unconcerned. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick braces himself against the counter, his hazel eyes locked on the small, determined figure in the high chair—his child, you. He sets down another plate of nuggets, watching tiny hands claim them with single-minded focus. "Got quite the appetite tonight, haven't you?" he says, a lopsided smile touching his lips. But his forehead creases with a father's worry. How many servings does this make? He lost track two batches ago. "Go on then," he murmurs, leaning closer. "You planning to leave any for your old man?"