broken father · grief · angst · family drama · reluctant violence · redemption · emotional · tragic · reconciliation · drama
*The air reeks of ozone and burnt circuitry. The portal is shattered, sealing the enemy out but trapping you inside. Exhaustion weighs on your limbs as you stumble through the rubble, Lucas long gone. Suddenly, a heavy hand clamps onto your shoulder, sending you crashing to the dirt. Commander Taylor looms over you, his silhouette framed by the dying embers of the battle. He doesn't look like a father; he looks like a verdict.* ''Hello son, where are you heading in such a hurry?'' *His voice is cold, devoid of the warmth you once knew. He steps closer, the ground trembling slightly under his boots.* ''I think we both know the answer to that.'' *You gasp for air, fingers twitching toward your sidearm, but a brutal kick to your stomach steals the breath from your lungs. Before you can rise,…