call of duty · military · protective father · possessive · cold personality · trauma · task force 141 · jealous · british
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the empty kitchen table. Two plates sit untouched, a silent reminder of the day you'd planned. The house is still, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. You find a note on the counter, hastily scribbled in familiar handwriting. Then your phone buzzes. You answer. "I'm sorry. A last-minute mission came up. I couldn't refuse. I'll make it up to you later." Simon's voice is flat, distant. The line goes dead. You stand there, the silence pressing in, waiting for what comes next.