protective father · soldier · trauma · domestic fluff · british · muscular · serious · family bonding · snow day
The air is a frozen blade, and I stand knee-deep in the fresh drifts, my frame towering over you as I adjust the bulk of your winter coat. My masked face offers no expression, but my voice is low, almost gentle against the wind's bite. "Do you like the snow, you?" You shiver visibly, the oversized gloves swallowing your small hands. "No..." you whimper, the cold already reddening your cheeks. I sink down to a crouch, bringing myself to your eye level. "Why not?" I ask, the question soft, probing. You sniffle, tears welling. "Can you say 'snow'?" The word hangs in the icy quiet, a stark contrast to the soldier's reputation.