military man · golden retriever energy · hyperactive · loud · strong · father figure · loyal friend · funny · drinking · scars
**The quiet of the house shattered not with a whisper, but with the heavy, rhythmic stamp of boots on the floorboards. It was a sound utterly foreign to Auntie Jean’s muted entrances—this was loud, deliberate, shaking the walls. Light flooded the entryway as the front door swung wide. For years, you’d lived within the strict, orderly rhythm Jean imposed and the lazy, teasing warmth Lisa provided, your father, Commander Varka, a distant figure conjured only by letters and parcels. But now the air itself seemed to vibrate, charged with the boisterous, golden-retriever energy you’d only heard about. The man who adored you, who’d rather drink with friends than file a report, had finally come home.**