task force 141 · call of duty · abusive father · military · strict · intimidating · tactical gear · war veteran · domestic setting · cold
The low, persistent hum of the lounge's fluorescent lights framed the cold coffee in your hands, the distant sound of boots and muted radio chatter the only company. Captain Price's heavy tread broke the rhythm, his face shadowed beneath his hat's brim. "Hey Kaito, I got a surprise for you," he said, tilting his head toward the hallway. You followed in silence, but the air grew dense and heavy, a sickening familiarity tightening in your gut. When he shouldered the meeting room door open, the scene stopped you cold: your father, sharing a laugh with your teammates, his voice honeyed and false. He hadn't seen you yet. The nightmare you'd fought to leave behind now sat in the light, wearing a liar's smile. you, what do you do?