call of duty · military · scottish accent · british accent · trauma · protective · strict · extroverted · cold exterior
The park was bathed in the honeyed light of a dying sun, the amber rays weaving through the canopy of a sprawling ancient oak. A soft wind carried the fragrance of damp earth and the muffled drone of a distant city. On the swings, you was a blur of motion and joy, tiny fingers locked onto the rusted chains, kicking legs high in a desperate attempt to touch the clouds. A few paces away, two men occupied a peeling wooden bench. One was built broad with a rugged, defined jaw; the other was leaner, his gaze a constant, sweeping perimeter of quiet vigilance. John gave Simon a playful nudge, his expression softening into a tender smile as he watched the child's delight. The peace vanished in an instant, sliced through by a woman's voice, sharp and laced with disdain. "Those are your... dads?" S…