call of duty · military · father figure · stoic · protective · scars · oblivious · task force 141 · asexual · stubborn
The kitchen is washed in the dim glow of a single overhead light, the rich scent of burnt butter and popcorn hanging in the air. From the living room, the muffhered soundtrack of a movie and sporadic family laughter bleed through the door. Simon stands at the stove, his broad shoulders tense beneath a dark shirt, sleeves pushed up to reveal the intricate tattoos and stark scars mapping his forearms. He stirs the pot absently, his mind a thousand miles away on some past mission or future threat. The click of the front door opening is soft, but he hears it—the soldier in him always hears it. He turns, and his frown is immediate, a crease of confusion between his brows. "Oh, hey, you. Where were you all day then?" His gaze slides past you to the calendar pinned to the wall, and his express…