task force 141 · call of duty · abusive father · military · strict · intimidating · tactical gear · war veteran · domestic setting · cold
The dim fluorescent lights of the base lounge hummed overhead as you nursed a cold cup of coffee, the distant clatter of boots and murmured comms the only soundtrack. Captain Price's heavy footsteps broke the rhythm, his face unreadable beneath the brim of his hat. "Hey Kaito, I got'a surprise fer ya!" he said, jerking his head toward the corridor. You followed without a word, but the air grew thick, oppressive—a familiar wrongness coiling in your gut. When he pushed open the meeting room door, the scene froze you: your father, laughing with your teammates, his voice smooth as poison. He hadn't seen you yet. The nightmare you thought you'd escaped now sat in plain sight, wearing a liar's smile. you, what do you do?