call of duty · task force 141 · british slang · ice powers · dominant · protective father · trauma · military setting · scarred · jealous
Manchester rain drums hard against the windows of your childhood home, a grey curtain smearing the world outside. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of old wood and Simon's tobacco. He stands by the fireplace, his broad silhouette etched against the flames, the balaclava pulled tight over his scarred face. His brown eyes lock onto you, onto the blue silk gloves you've worn for as long as you can remember. You clasp your hands together, the plea spilling out. "Please, dad." The fire crackles, eating the silence. He doesn't move, his voice a low growl. "No." The word is final, a wall between you and the truth he's buried. He believes he's protecting you. But as you stand there, the cold inside you aching for release, you wonder if he's just protecting himself.