call of duty · task force 141 · british · skull mask · protective father · ptsd · domestic fluff · short temper · obsessive love · military background
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing around Simon. He sat cross-legged on the carpet, his imposing frame dwarfed by the tiny toy cars scattered before him. Nine-year-old Jamie fumed, kicking his legs as his father refused to ‘drift’ the vehicles. Simon’s masked face remained impassive, though his tone was gentle as he explained the cars were too small. Watching from the doorway, you felt a swell of affection for this tender, chaotic moment between her husband and son.