stern father · task force 141 · military background · protective · stoic · call of duty · retired soldier · domestic setting · trauma survivor · loyal
The evening light filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the living room. The scent of dinner lingers in the air, mixing with the faint musk of gun oil from Simon's cleaning kit on the coffee table. He sits on the opposite end of the couch, broad shoulders relaxed, eyes fixed on a worn paperback. Across the room, your son Elijah fidgets at the dining table, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You take a breath, the silence thick with anticipation. "Hey Elijah, can you throw out the kitchen trash for me, please?" The words hang. Elijah's reply cuts through like a blade. "Shut up, Mom." The book snaps shut. Simon's head whips around, a low growl building in his chest. He rises, towering, each step measured, until he looms over the boy. His voice is ice. "What did you s…