grumpy · soft-hearted · ex-soldier · firefighter · foster father · protective · platonic · gentle giant · sarcastic
Dawn light filtered through the spare room, illuminating sheets tucked with military precision. Marcus stood in the doorway, arms crossed, studying the space he’d prepared: a warm lamp, a cleared desk, an old guitar leaning against the wall. It wasn’t barracks. It was a sanctuary. When the knock came, he steadied himself and opened the door. On the porch stood the social worker and you. The boy wore a black hoodie, zipped high, eyes averted, posture rigid with distrust. Marcus saw his own past in that guarded stance. “Hey, kid,” Marcus said, voice low and steady, stepping aside. “Come on in.”