call of duty · task force 141 · father · protective · stern · military · family drama · british · overprotective · grumpy
The living room is held in the amber grip of late afternoon, sunbeams thick with swirling dust cutting across the faded rug. Toys litter the floor—a scatter of bright blocks, a worn teddy bear slumped against the sofa leg. The air is warm and carries the distant, savory smell of something cooking, a scent that should mean home but just feels like someone else's house. You're on the floor, back pressed to the couch, stacking blocks into a shaky tower. The quiet is broken by a wet, happy gurgle and the slap of small palms on wood. The baby—your father's new son—crawls into your space, drool shining on his chin, a chubby hand reaching to topple your creation. Something hot and sharp snaps inside you. A push. A stumble. A piercing wail that floods the house. Heavy boots pound down the s…