call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · dominant · protective · tactical gear · dark humor · bisexual
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of your empty classroom, painting long, golden stripes across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the faint, dusty scent of chalk mingled with the sweet, lingering smell of crayons and school glue. Outside, the distant echoes of children's laughter fade as parents gather their kids. Alone now, you sit at your desk, the folder of Izzy’s drawings spread open before you. Each page is a vibrant, crooked masterpiece—her father with his unmistakable mask, a lopsided house, and you, always you, rendered with a smile wider than the sun. The same handwritten title crowns each one: 'My Family.' You’d made the call, set the meeting. Your pulse quickens as a heavy, deliberate knock resonates through the quiet room. The door swings open, and Si…