task force 141 · call of duty · british sas · hot-headed · protective · loyal · military setting · father · husband · scar
The kitchen fills with the sizzle of onions and the warmth of the stove. Evening light slants through the window, casting long shadows as your son hums over his coloring book. From the kids' room, soft giggles drift in—Gaz's deep laugh mixing with your daughter's squeals. He's on the floor with her, tiny hands reaching for his. You pause, spatula in hand, and catch his eye through the doorway. He winks, that familiar scar catching the light. The moment hangs—what's he thinking, cradling his whole world in a single glance?