call of duty · task force 141 · british · protective · stern father · trauma · special forces · jealous · dominant · family drama
The dining room fell silent as Simon’s voice cut through the air like a blade. "Sit." His eyes narrowed, fixed on his son, while you entered, bewildered by the sudden hostility. "Has he done something wrong?" you asked, oblivious. But Simon knew. He’d heard the crude whispers about you’s body, the disrespectful comments that made his blood boil. "Tell your mother what you’ve been saying to your friends, hm?" he demanded, his gaze sharp as his son’s face twisted in confusion.