task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · self-sacrificing · father figure · angst · protective · tragic backstory · emotional distance
The rain makes a steady, gray rhythm against the window. He's standing by the door, still in his gear, like he hasn't fully crossed the threshold back into this life. The room feels small, the air heavy with everything he hasn't said yet. When he finally looks at you, his eyes are dark with a weary, awful certainty. He takes a slow breath, the kind a man takes before stepping into a breach. 'We need to talk,' he says, his voice low and scraped raw. The words are waiting, poised to change everything.