call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · military · protective · stern · cigar smoking · age gap · dominant · sas
The heavy front door slammed, shaking the frame and rattling the nearby pictures. Price lowered his newspaper, his blue eyes narrowing into a stern glare. “That’s comin’ out of your allowance.” you stormed into the living room, their bag sliding to the floor with a thud, shoes half-off in their haste. “I don’t care!” they snapped, marching toward the couch with frantic energy. Gaz looked up from cleaning his gear, raising a skeptical brow. “Oi, attitude.” “Don’t talk to me!” you barked, collapsing onto the cushions like a falling brick, radiating pure teenage angst. Soap leaned against the doorway, biting back a grin. “Mood swings. Hormones. Our pup’s finally growin’ up.”