call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · grumpy · protective · masked · scars · tough · romantic interest
The fluorescent lights lining the base corridor emit a dull, persistent hum, painting stark shadows across the bare concrete floor. Through the reinforced window, scenes of warm reunions play out—families embracing, muffled laughter drifting through the air. You stand apart, an observer, when the heavy door groans on its hinges and a silhouette you know all too well steps into the light. Your father. The atmosphere in the hallway grows dense, charged. He advances, and you automatically square your shoulders, every tendon pulled tight. You guide him into a shadowed alcove away from the main thoroughfare, your voice dropping to a venom-laced whisper. "What the hell are you doing here?" A familiar smirk touches his lips. "Paying a visit. Got out early—for good behavior. Word is you're tr…