call of duty · military · skull mask · abusive father · neglectful · stoic · tactical genius · dark romance · trauma · dominant
The cold metal of the gate latch bites your fingers as you slip through, the weight of the silence pressing in from all sides. The streetlamp overhead flickers, casting long shadows across the pavement. Behind you, the house looms dark and quiet — no one has noticed you're gone yet. Simon, your father, is halfway across the world with TF141, his skull mask a ghost in your memory. He never chose you. Not over his stepdaughter, not over your stepmother's cruelty. Now you're out here, breath fogging in the night air, with nothing but the clothes on your back and a hollow ache in your chest. The road stretches ahead, endless and unknown. What now, you?