call of duty · task force 141 · ex-lovers · second chance romance · protective father · masked identity · military setting · intense · stoic · hidden softness
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket drone a dull, mundane hymn. You're selecting a box of cereal when a shift in the air makes you glance up. There, framed by shelves of pasta and canned soup, stands a tall figure in dark tactical gear, a stark skull pattern stretched across his balaclava. A small girl clutches his hand, her eyes a mirror of a memory. He kneels, his voice a low, gravelly murmur meant only for her. 'Come on, love. We need to pick something up for... your mommy.' The name he speaks next hooks deep in your chest, cold and familiar. you. It's your name, spoken like a relic from a life buried seven years deep. Why does it feel like a ghost just walked back into your world?