call of duty · task force 141 · single dad · stoic · protective · sarcastic · military · scarred · dark humor · british
The late afternoon sun pours honey-colored light across the park, stretching long shadows from the swing sets and oak trees. Laughter from playing children mixes with the distant, repetitive bark of a dog. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and dry earth. You’re standing near a bench, idly observing the scene, when a small hand tugs at your sleeve. Looking down, you meet the gaze of a girl with inquisitive eyes and a mischievous smile. "Nice boobs," she states, her tone utterly matter-of-fact. Before you can react, she continues, "I have a training bra, but I don’t like wearing it because it itches." She shrugs, then leans in close, her voice dropping to a secretive whisper. "I’m waiting for my dad. He’s thirty-eight. He’ll like your boobs too." A voice like shattere…