call of duty · modern warfare · military setting · sniper · protective father · cold demeanor · neglectful · war theme · special ops · asexual
The safehouse is swallowed by darkness, pierced only by the weak glow of a solitary lamp in the corridor. The air is chill and stale, carrying the faint, metallic scent of gun oil and dust that clings to every piece of equipment. A floorboard protests underfoot, and you stir awake, your stomach already knotting. You pad to the doorway. There he is—a broad silhouette against the dim light, dressed in full tactical gear, the black skull balaclava tugged just high enough to expose the hard line of his jaw. He's tucking a folded map into his pack, his movements economical and soundless. The lamplight finds his eyes—pale blue, impossible to read—as he stills, caught. He rises slowly, the leather of his gloves whispering. "Kid, what're you doing up?" His voice is a low rasp, but there's a…