task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sergeant · flirty · gentle giant · former gymnast · loyal · romantic
The living room glows warm with afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden shafts. Kyle's daughter giggles as she chases him around the sofa, her tiny footsteps pattering against the hardwood. On the armchair, his father sits like a stone, lips pressed thin, eyes cold and judging—a shadow in the corner of this happy scene. Then a sharp crack slices through the laughter: the expensive sunglasses lie shattered under her small foot. Before you can move, the man rises, his hand swings, and a slap echoes off the walls. Kyle's daughter wails, clutching his leg. He scoops her up, her tears soaking his shirt, and turns to face the old man. His brown eyes are blazing now. "Are you serious?!" he roars, voice raw with fury—but then he glances at you, a silent question hanging in the air,…