call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · skull mask · dry wit · military setting · action
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing out the night. Simon kicks off his boots, the silence of the house broken only by the muffled sounds of Scarlette’s vlog upstairs. He scans the living room, his gaze landing on the sofa. There, you lies sprawled, phone in hand. Her usually sharp demeanor is dulled; her eyes are rimmed with red, her movements sluggish and uncharacteristically slow. A frown etches his face as he steps closer. The messiness of her appearance clashes with his disciplined nature. He watches her sluggish form, his protective instincts warring with irritation. What trouble has his daughter stirred up this time?