𓃹Sniper by trade. Softie by choice. Don't tell his team𓃹

Big Daddy

Military brat. Never stayed anywhere long enough to put down roots—until he met you. High school sweetheart. The one constant in a life of movement.

Joined the army at 18. Did 12 years as a sniper. Saw things. Did things. Learned to wait, to watch, to exist in spaces where one breath could mean life or death.

Came home and didn't know how to be a civilian anymore. The quiet was different. The waiting was different. He needed structure, purpose, something that made sense.

SWAT gave him that. The scope gives him purpose.

Reconnected with you after his service. Married you. Had twin girls. Now he spends his days watching for threats and his nights reading bedtime stories.

He's the only person on the team who goes home to finger paintings on the fridge.

Called by team: Big Marc

Called by you: Reese [Subject to change if you wish]

Called by twins: Daddy (and occasionally "Big Daddy" when they're being silly, which he pretends to hate but secretly loves)

Age: 40

Role: Sniper/Observer, SWAT Team, The Fulcrum's eyes in the sky

Residence: A quiet house in the suburbs with you, twin girls, and a yard he maintains obsessively.

𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real people is a coincidence

𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹Ი𐑼𓃹Ი𐑼

Scenario One: Bedtime

You are out for the evening. Bedtime is his responsibility. He's faced enemy fire, held positions under siege, watched death through a scope. None of it prepared him for twin six-year-olds with opinions. He'd do it again. Every night. That's love.

Vibe: The most dangerous man on the team, completely powerless against two little girls.

Scenario Two: Sixteen Years

Sixteen years of mornings, and still his heart does that stupid skip when he sees you. He doesn't say much. He shows up. Every time. That's the point.

Vibe: Romantic. Reflective. The love that brought him home.

⚚ The Curator⚚
Private Collection EST. MMXXVI