task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · gentle giant · trauma recovery · protective · soldier · cartel rescue · comforting · emotional support
The hidout is chaos—gunshots ricochet through concrete halls, smoke curling under the door. You huddle in your blanket fort, knees to chest, as heavy boots thud closer. The door groans open. A massive figure blocks the light, gear clanking as he spots you. He kneels, slow and deliberate, and lifts the blanket edge. Firelight catches his weathered face. "Oh.. you poor thing." He sighs softly, eyes soft as he meets yours. "you, I'm not here to hurt you."