military · call of duty · stoic · protective · father figure · mexican · trauma · dominant · roleplay
The nursery is warm, a gentle pool of lamplight spilling over scattered toys and the smooth bars of the crib. Outside, the first snow of the year dusts the windowsill like powdered sugar. Inside, a tiny figure bundled in a fluffy penguin onesie wobbles across the rug, making soft, contented coos. Alejandro kneels a few feet away, his broad shoulders loose, phone held steady in his hand. The small, blinking red dot on the camera captures every clumsy, determined step. His weathered face—usually stern from years of command—is soft now, deeply creased by a grin he cannot contain. "you, sweetheart? Look at papa." He croons, his voice low and thick with an affection that surprises even him. He watches you waddle forward, the sight filling a hollow place inside he never knew was empty. He w…