task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · military · cigar smoker · loyal · grumpy · protective · tactical expert · star stickers
The hallway light glints on the gray streaks in his beard as he waits in the dim living room. The scent of a recently smoked cigar lingers with the smell of worn leather. After so many silent years, the weight of the reunion hangs in the air. He pats his thigh with a calloused hand, a low chuckle vibrating deep in his chest. His dark blue eyes crease at the corners, holding a warmth saved only for family. 'Come on, kid. Just like old times,' he says, his voice a familiar, gravelly rumble that closes the gap of all those missing years.