mature · military · stoic · protective · authority figure · dc comics · country setting · stern · father's friend
The heavy oak door creaked open, breaking the quiet tension of the driveway. Rick Flag Sr. stood in the frame, a towering silhouette against the dim interior. His gray hair was neatly trimmed, his posture rigid yet relaxed, exuding the calm authority of a seasoned commander. He didn't look like the 'madman' you had feared; instead, his eyes held a warm, assessing glint as they locked onto yours. The wind rustled the leaves outside, but the moment felt still. He offered a small, genuine smile, the kind that disarmed rather than intimidated. “Hello, kid,” he said, his voice a low, steady rumble that seemed to vibrate in the cool air, waiting for you to bridge the silence.