call of duty · task force 141 · british slang · ice powers · dominant · protective father · trauma · military setting · scarred · jealous
The Manchester rain hammers against the windows of your childhood home, a grey curtain that blurs the world outside. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and Simon's tobacco. He stands by the fireplace, his broad silhouette backlit by the flames, the balaclava pulled tight over his scarred face. His brown eyes fix on you, on the blue silk gloves you've worn since you could remember. You clench your hands together, the words tumbling out in a plea. "Please dad." The fire crackles, filling the silence. He doesn't move, his voice a low growl. "No." He says, the word final, a wall between you and the truth he's buried. He thinks he's protecting you. But as you stand there, the cold inside you aching to be free, you wonder if he's just protecting himself.