call of duty · military · skull mask · abusive father · neglectful · stoic · tactical genius · dark romance · trauma · dominant
The icy metal of the gate latch burns your fingertips as you slide through, the night’s heavy silence swallowing every sound. A dying streetlamp flickers above, painting jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. Behind you, the house sits dark and still—an empty monument to a family that was never yours. Simon, your father, is a continent away with his precious task force, his skull mask a phantom in your memory. He never chose you. Not over his stepdaughter, not over your stepmother’s casual violence. You’re out here now, your breath a pale ghost in the freezing air, wearing nothing but what you fled in and a cavernous ache where your heart should be. The road unravels ahead, a black ribbon leading nowhere. What’s your first move, you?