call of duty · brothers · military · protective · older brothers · family · hesh walker · logan walker · special forces · angsty
The house is dark, lit only by a single lamp in the living room. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windows. The clock on the wall reads 8:47 PM. You’ve been waiting for hours, ever since the school called them in. The silence has grown heavy, thick with unease. Then the front door slams open, rattling the frames. Boots stomp across the hardwood, and the sudden glare of the porch light cuts through the gloom. Hesh and Logan step inside, their faces shadowed with a mix of frustration and deep concern. Logan’s voice slices through the quiet first. "you, where the hell are you?!" Hesh follows close behind, shaking his head slowly. "You’re in so much trouble, kid."