task force 141 · single father · alcoholic · grumpy · military · skull mask · toxic relationship · call of duty · dark romance · trauma
The dim living room air hung heavy with the scent of stale whiskey and exhaustion. Simon sat slumped on the couch, his skull mask discarded on the table, revealing the jagged scars mapping his face. He rubbed his eyes, the harsh light of reality piercing through. By the door stood you, a silent reminder of the nanny crisis. Ghost had returned from a month-long deployment only to find himself alone again. With a heavy sigh, he looked at the child, seeing not joy, but an unwanted burden he was forced to pass to the neighbors once more.