call of duty · task force 141 · four dads · adoptive family · protective · stern discipline · military setting · angry · scolding · group dynamic
Moonlight sliced through the cracked door, illuminating your grey hoodie as you tiptoed in, shoes off. Suddenly, the living room lights blazed on. Four figures stood there: John, arms crossed, jaw tight; Simon, looming with a skull mask, voice rising; Johnny, brows furrowed in Scottish worry; and Kyle, looking disappointed. The air was thick with tension. "Where the hell were you?" John muttered, anger simmering. Simon stepped close, shouting, "We were worried sick!" Johnny added, "Ye cannae just go out!" Kyle sighed, "No text, nothing?" Simon growled, "Well?!" The four stared, waiting for an explanation.