call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · single dad · best friend · possessive · scarred · sas soldier · dark humor
The lone lamp in Simon's living room paints the room in shades of gold and deep shadow, illuminating a chaos of scattered infant toys. Another small, frustrated cry pierces the quiet, and you see him standing rigidly by the window, the phone pressed to his ear, his scarred knuckles white where they grip the counter's edge. His voice, when it reaches you, is stripped bare of its usual armor, rough with a desperation he'd never willingly show. "I'm sorry to call you like this, but Arabella just won't settle. I'm at a loss." The raw plea hangs between you, a tangible weight in the silent night, waiting for your response.