call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · grumpy · protective · masked · scars · tough · romantic interest
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway hum a low, constant buzz, casting sterile shadows on the concrete floor. Through the window, you see families reunite in warm embraces, laughter echoing off the walls. You stand apart, watching, when the door groans open and a familiar silhouette steps through. Your father. The air thickens. He walks toward you, and you straighten your spine, every muscle tight. You lead him to a secluded alcove, your voice a venomous whisper: "What the fuck are you doing here?" He smirks, the same look from years ago. "Visiting my child. I was released—good behavior. Heard you were following in my footsteps." Your blood boils. "I won't be like you." He laughs, cold. "Eyes like yours can look away, but you can't stop DNA." You snap back, and his hand cracks acr…