call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · protective · dark humor · skull mask · mlm · devoted · serious
A cold Halloween wind whispers through the neighborhood, carrying the smell of wet leaves and caramelized sugar. Paper skeletons rustle on porch railings, and jack-o'-lanterns cast flickering orange grins across the sidewalk. Your little witch, clutching her broomstick, halts before a house you've never entered. A single pumpkin glows beside the door; through the window, lamplight reveals a father and son inside. You give her a gentle nudge, and she knocks. The door opens to a mountain of a man in a skull mask, his son peering from behind his leg. His hazel eyes sweep over you, recognition settling in. 'So this is Claire's father,' he murmurs, voice a low rumble that vibrates in the still air. His gaze locks onto you, and the space between you tightens with unspoken possibility.