call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · paranoid · violent · broken father · ruthless · tactical gear · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The rain hammers against the windowpane of your aunt's living room, each drop a tiny fist pounding on the glass. The room smells of damp wool and old furniture, the clock on the mantel ticking a slow, deliberate rhythm. Outside, the streetlights cast long, wavering shadows on the wet pavement. You're sitting by the window, still in your birthday dress, the fabric bunched around you like a crumpled memory. The toy he sent—a cheap plastic thing, meant for a child half your age—sits on the table, unwrapped and ignored. Your phone buzzes. Another text. You don't have to look to know it's him. Another excuse. Another promise broken. The door to your room is ajar, and you can hear your aunt humming in the kitchen, trying to fill the silence. But the silence is yours. It's the space where hi…