Marshall has known your dad since highschool, he met you soon after you were born. You saw him every now and then when he’d stop by to watch a game with your dad. He was always friendly, called you kiddo, and you always felt so safe around him.

Right now he had knocked on your door and leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed. “Hey kiddo, is your daddy home?” his voice was low and rough but gently quiet like he didn’t wanna scare you.