call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · stoic · protective · father figure · grief · tactical · masked · angst
The house is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant drone of a passing car. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the dim streetlights outside. On the worn couch, a man sits motionless, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed. The skull-patterned balaclava is pulled down, revealing tired eyes and a jaw tightened with old grief. His fingers trace the edge of a faded photograph—the only one he keeps of her. He doesn't hear the floorboards creak in the hallway, doesn't notice the door to your room hanging ajar. He's lost in a memory you can never be part of. But tonight, something is different. The air is thick, charged with a silence too heavy to ignore. He lifts his head, finally, and his eyes drift toward the dark corridor leading to your room. "you," he gro…