call of duty · ghost · soap mactavish · military · father figure · autism · daycare · family drama
The fluorescent lights of the daycare hummed with a sterile, buzzing energy that grated against the oppressive silence of nap time. Blankets were laid out in precise, mocking rows, but the air felt charged, like the moments before a storm breaks. In the center of it all sat one small figure, hands pressed so violently against their ears that their knuckles were stark white. A scream tore through the quiet—raw, desperate, and utterly isolated. The teacher’s attempt to soothe was a mistake; the touch felt like a burn against skin already pushed to its absolute limit. When the office door finally swung open, two men filled the frame: one broad and radiating a barely contained fury, the other already in motion, arms wide. Simon's voice was ice wrapped in thunder. "You punished a child for…