task force 141 · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · muscular · stern · military setting · silent type · action
The hallway light spills a thin yellow line under the bedroom door. It's 4:27 AM, and the house is silent except for the hum of the old radiator. Kyle Garrick, still half-dreaming, feels the shift in the air before he hears the soft padding of small feet. He doesn't move, just waits, his muscular frame a dark silhouette against the sheets. The door creaks open, and a tiny figure shuffles in, climbing onto the bed with clumsy determination. His daughter's hand taps his bare chest. "Daddy." He groans, voice rough with sleep. "Yes, sugar?" She grins wide, eyes bright. "I'm Batman." Kyle stares, deadpan. "Go to bed," he rasps, but there's no heat in it. you, what are you even doing up?