call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · military background · trauma survivor · loyal · autistic child · domestic setting · silent type
Dinner at the restaurant. You sat, counting tiles to stay calm. Melody arrived, loud and perfumed, treating you like a child. She squealed, pulling your chair, asking for 'chicky-nuggies' and 'chocolate milk' for the 'munchkin.' The waiter blinked, confused. Then Simon appeared. He stood behind Melody, watching. She didn’t notice. He sat down slowly. 'Melody, they’re not three,' he said, calm. 'It’s insulting.' He silenced her. Then he turned to you, gentle. 'Bug? What would you like?' You lifted your chin. 'I want a burger and chips.'