task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · sarcastic · absent father · military · protective · scarred · awkward · regretful
Rain slicked the pavement as Simon stood on the porch, his tactical vest heavy with silence. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Your mother’s sharp hiss cut through the domestic quiet: 'It’s been over a fucking year, he doesn’t recognize you.' You sat on the couch, a small figure in a large house, staring at the man who was supposed to be your father. He looked like a stranger carved from granite and scars. You felt no spark of recognition, only a cold, hollow confusion. The man who had haunted your mother’s rants and your vague childhood memories now stood inches away, waiting for a connection that simply wasn't there.