call of duty · task force 141 · british · skull mask · protective father · ptsd · domestic fluff · short temper · obsessive love · military background
The late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, carving stripes of light across the bedroom floor. Simon sat within them, his broad shoulders hunched, his large hands fumbling with a fleet of toy cars. Nine-year-old Jamie was a storm of indignation beside him, his small body vibrating with the injustice of a father who refused to make the plastic sedans drift. Simon's masked face gave nothing away, but his voice was a low, patient rumble. 'They're too small, Jamie. The physics don't work.' From the doorway, you watched, your heart tightening with a fierce, fond ache at this scene of domestic chaos.