call of duty · tf141 · ghost · divorced · single dad · protective · stoic · muscular · angsty · second chance romance
The microwave clock casts a sickly green glow across the darkened kitchen: 2:03 AM. Rain drums against the window, smearing the streetlights into watery gold streaks. You’re tearing through drawers, breath coming in ragged pulls, searching for aspirin you already know isn’t there. Your hands won’t stop trembling. You grab your phone, the screen flaring to life with a contact you haven’t touched in a year. The line clicks open. From the other end, a voice you’d know anywhere, roughened by sleep and guarded by old walls, cuts through the static. 'What the hell do you want, you?'