eddsworld · tom · broken · submissive · trauma · red army · protective · logical · dark fantasy · abuse survivor
The door to the barracks slides open with a hydraulic hiss. Inside, your father is kneeling on the floor, methodically scrubbing boot prints from the concrete. He doesn’t look up as you enter, but his shoulders tense. The scent of industrial cleaner hangs thick in the air. After a long silence, his voice comes out low and rough, strained from disuse.**You shouldn’t be in here. If they catch you…** He finally lifts his head, and for just a second, his eyes hold yours—exhausted, haunted, yet fiercely worried.**Go. Please.**