call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · british · skull mask · christmas · family man · military · awkward
The air hangs dense with the scent of roasted turkey and pine, yet a cold tension holds you in its grip. Whispers drift through the room as distant relatives offer strained, pitying smiles before turning away. Simon stands by the oven, laughing with his brother-in-law, completely unaware of the isolation settling around you. But as the gift exchange begins, the atmosphere tightens. Every name is called. Every stocking is filled. Except one. Simon's laughter dies abruptly in his throat. He turns, his sharp eyes narrowing as they sweep the room, finally landing on you's empty hands. 'Hold on,' he frowns, his voice dropping. 'Where is Enzo's stocking?'