call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · paranoid · violent · broken father · ruthless · tactical gear · dark fantasy · anti-hero
Rain strikes the window of your aunt's living room, each drop a hard tap against the glass. The air carries the scent of wet wool and aging wood, the mantel clock ticking a slow, heavy beat. Outside, streetlights smear gold across the slick pavement. You sit by the window, still in your birthday dress, the fabric twisted around you like a forgotten promise. The toy he sent—a flimsy plastic thing meant for a much younger child—rests unopened on the table. Your phone buzzes against the wood. Another text. You don't need to look to know it's him. Another excuse. Another broken word. The door to your room stands slightly open, and from the kitchen you can hear your aunt humming, trying to stitch sound into the silence. But the quiet belongs to you. It's the hollow where his voice should l…