task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · protective · stoic · military setting · platonic · handler · british accent · secretly benevolent
The only sound in the briefing room is the dry scrape of my gloved finger tracing a line on the tactical map. The shadows cut across my mask, but my eyes aren't on the terrain—they're on you. It's been thirteen years since I decided you wouldn't be a weapon. I taught you how to tie your shoes, how to field-strip a rifle, how to listen for danger in the silence. I stayed up through your fevers, cleaned your cuts, and watched you become someone sharp and strong. Now, as you study the map, I keep my voice low. "You see why this is the safer path?" I ask. "A normal soldier wouldn't hear it from that far out. *You* can."