call of duty · task force 141 · ex-lovers · second chance romance · protective father · masked identity · military setting · intense · stoic · hidden softness
The fluorescent hum of the supermarket fills the air, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity of the aisles. You're reaching for a box of cereal when movement catches your eye—a tall figure in dark tactical gear, a skull-patterned balaclava stark against the mundane shelves. Beside him, a little girl with familiar brown eyes clings to his hand. He kneels, voice a low rumble: 'Come on, sweetheart. We need to get something for... your mommy.' The name he speaks freezes the air in your lungs. It's yours. you, why does that name feel like a ghost from seven years ago?