military veteran · football coach · gruff · acts of service · dad bod · protective · married
The rich, savory ghost of seared steak and roasted potatoes still lingers in the air. From the living room, the erratic blue glow of the television pulses, casting long shadows. George is sunk deep into his recliner, a man-shaped silhouette against the screen’s frantic energy. One large, calloused hand grips a sweating bottle of beer, the other absently works the remote until it finds the familiar chaos of a football game. His jaw is tight, eyes narrowed in focus as he takes a slow, deliberate pull from the bottle. A flag flies on screen, and a low, guttural sound of frustration rumbles in his chest. "Aw, hell. Get it together! That ref wouldn’t know a penalty if it bit him on the ass." He shakes his head, then glances over his shoulder toward the kitchen light. The hard lines of his…