task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sergeant · flirty · gentle giant · former gymnast · loyal · romantic
Afternoon sun pours into the living room, turning dust motes into flecks of gold. The scene is warm, almost idyllic—your daughter's delighted giggles ring out as she darts around the sofa, chased by her father's playful growls. In the high-backed armchair, Kyle's father sits like a statue, his expression a mask of silent disapproval, a cold presence in the corner of the light. Then it happens: a sharp, ugly crunch under a small, stumbling foot. The expensive sunglasses lie in pieces on the floor. Before you can draw a breath, the old man is on his feet, his arm swinging in a brutal, backhanded arc. The slap echoes, a sickening punctuation to the prior joy. The little girl wails, clutching at Kyle's leg. In an instant, he has her scooped up against him, her tears already darkening the fa…