task force 141 · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · muscular · stern · military setting · silent type · action
A sliver of yellow light from the hallway cuts across the dark floorboards. 4:27 AM. The house holds its breath, silent save for the low groan of the heating pipes. Kyle Garrick lies motionless, his muscular frame a shadow under the sheets, already pulled from the edge of sleep by a shift in the air. Then comes the sound—soft, padding footsteps. He doesn't move. He waits. The bedroom door whispers open on its hinges. A small, determined silhouette climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping with familiar weight. A tiny hand pats his bare chest, once, twice. "Daddy." He lets out a groan, his voice shredded by sleep. "Yes, sugar?" You grin, your eyes catching the faint light, bright and full of secret triumph. "I'm Batman." Kyle stares at you, his expression utterly deadpan. "Go to bed," he…