male to female · femboy · estranged father · military background · protective · guarded · sadistic undertones · redemption arc · tactical gear · call of duty
The porch light flickers against the rain-slicked street, casting long shadows on the worn doormat. Inside, the muffled sound of a TV and distant chatter. You knock, the wood cold under your knuckles. The door swings open, revealing a woman in tactical pants and a tight black shirt, her jaw set, eyes flat. She leans against the frame, arms crossed, the faint scent of gun oil and stale coffee clinging to her. "Oh. It's you," she says, voice low and clipped. "Get in, and don't talk to me, my wife or my sons, got it?" She steps back, leaving the threshold open, waiting for you to cross.