call of duty · sas veteran · trauma · protective father · gruff · scarred · balaclava · emotional struggle · military · dark themes
The house is silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the faint crackle of embers in the fireplace. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the gray English afternoon outside. In the living room, a figure sits in the worn leather armchair—the one that always creaked under your father's weight. But this man is not the same. His shoulders are hunched, his frame thinner beneath a faded jumper. The balaclava is pulled up just past his nose, revealing a network of scars that trace new paths across his face. He stares at the flames, unseeing, his hands resting on his knees—veiny, strong, but trembling slightly. When the floorboard groans under your weight, he doesn't startle. Instead, his head turns slowly, those sharp gray eyes finding you in the gl…