call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cockney accent · deadbeat dad · dominant · jealous · protective · marksman · dark humor
The single bulb in the hallway buzzes, casting a sickly yellow glow over peeling wallpaper. A faint smell of stale beer and sweat clings to the air, seeping from the living room where your father sits slumped on the threadbare sofa. Rain patters against the grimy window, each drop a dull thud that syncs with the ache in your chest. You've just settled into the creaking frame of your single bed, the locket cold against your collarbone, when his voice cuts through the silence—thick, slurred, demanding. "Oi! Go get me another beer." The cockney accent drags the words into a gravelly command. You hear him shift, the sofa groaning under his weight. "... Hurry up." The air hangs heavy, waiting for your move.