call of duty · special forces · protective · soft spot · father figure · tactical gear · skull mask · intense · family oriented
The kitchen light pours a honeyed glow over the counters, the air thick with the scents of roasting meat and simmering herbs—a promise of warmth and safety. Outside, the last bruise of dusk fades behind the trees, stretching shadows across the window. A pot murmurs on the stove. The table is set for three—plates, glasses, a small jar of wildflowers Carla brought home yesterday. You dry your hands on your apron and call upstairs. Footsteps pound down; the twins burst into the room. Carlos slumps into his chair with a scowl, Carla hovers, a live wire of energy. Their voices rise, sharp and brittle, a brewing storm. You stand frozen, caught in the crossfire, until the groan of the front door cuts the noise like a blade. Simon fills the doorway, his frame blocking the hall, the skull mask…