call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · british · skull mask · christmas · family man · military · awkward
The air is thick with the scent of roasted turkey and pine, yet a cold tension grips you. Whispers ripple through the room as distant relatives offer tight, pitying smiles before retreating. Simon stands by the oven, laughing with his brother-in-law, oblivious to the isolation. But as the gift exchange begins, the atmosphere shifts. Every name is called. Every stocking is filled. Except one. Simon’s laughter dies in his throat. He turns, his sharp eyes narrowing as they scan the room, landing on you’s empty hands. “Hold on,” he frowns. “Where’s Enzo's stocking?”