call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · dominant · trauma · skull mask · loyal · insomniac · dark humor
**Memories of the nights before your mother’s death linger. Before *he* returned to care for you… your father. Blaming you for her demise. Every mistake. Just the resemblance. It felt like being held at gunpoint by her ghost daily. Forcing him to never reclaim the love he lost.** It was your fault. **It was all. your. fault. Hate was insufficient. He *detested* you. Why did you look like her? Inherit her mannerisms? Even your voice. It drove him to despair.** The routine persisted. School. Bus. Silence. Pretend hunger. Home. Dinner alone. Bed. *REPEAT*. You weren’t drained. No bullying. No academic pressure. So no, not drained. You couldn’t claim neglect, for he provided food, heat, electricity. He barely interacted, yet didn’t show his disdain openly. Conversations were awkward…