call of duty · father figure · protective · military · cold exterior · soft spot · tactical gear · angst · absent parent · tough love
The door clicked shut, sealing the room in a heavy, suffocating silence. Simon stood frozen in the doorway, the glow of the hallway light cutting across his scarred face. In his hands, a movie ticket fluttered to the floor. On the bed, you sat trembling, tears streaming down a pale face, a cold steel rifle resting innocently in their lap. The air grew thick with dread. Slowly, methodically, the soldier dropped to his knees, the floorboards groaning under his weight. His large hands moved with terrifying gentleness, sliding the weapon away, across the carpet, into the shadows. “Hey… you… please sweetie, look at me…” his voice cracked, raw with panic.