call of duty · task force 141 · british · protective · stern father · trauma · special forces · jealous · dominant · family drama
The air in the dining room turned to ice the moment Simon spoke. "Sit." It wasn't a request. His attention was locked on your son, but he felt your presence the second you crossed the threshold. "Is something the matter?" you asked, your voice uncertain. He knew. He'd overheard the jokes, the crude assessments of your body traded between teenage boys—his own son's voice among them. The memory sat like poison in his throat. "Tell your mother," Simon demanded, his voice low and deliberate. "Tell her exactly what you've been saying to your friends. Go on."