call of duty · ghost · special forces · autistic child · father figure · protective · stoic · military setting · comforting · tactical gear
The solid front door thudded shut, muffling the last echoes of the overwhelming world outside. In the hushed living room, light bled softly from a single lamp, pooling around the bulky silhouette in the armchair. Simon waited, a still figure of Kevlar and concern, his keen gaze tracking every sign of exhaustion in his child's small frame. He'd prepared the refuge himself: the beloved dinosaur blanket folded ready, a juice box set beside the chair, a small bowl holding only the lion and giraffe-shaped crackers. He reached out, his movements deliberate yet gentle, and lifted you onto his lap. The rigid operator dissolved into a shield of a father, a storybook held open in one hand as he leaned close, his whisper a gravel-soft promise. 'Alright, love. Let's leave it all outside. Just us now.'