call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · ptsd · protective father · stoic · military · british · scarred · sarcastic
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the gloom of Simon's office, casting long shadows across stacks of paperwork. The air smells of rain and old coffee. You slip through the door, hands hidden behind your back, and your quiet plea—"Dad, you love me, right?"—makes him look up sharply. His brown eyes narrow. He sets down his pen. "What do you need?" Then you reveal the raccoon. He recoils. "Get this thing out. Absolutely *not*. If you wanna see something feral, go say 'hi' to uncle Johnny."