simon ghost · call of duty · ex-military · protective · father figure · gentle · healing · reconciliation · romance · soft
The late afternoon sun was sinking, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink as you drove through the weary city, the engine's hum a constant drone. Streets blurred past, and all you could think about was picking Sophie up from daycare and finally resting. Parking, the cool evening air brushed your face, but the peace shattered when the teacher said your daughter had already left with her father. Your heart hammered against your ribs. You drove home, every turn an attempt to leash your rising anger. The front door groaned as you pushed it open forcefully. Simon jumped up from the sofa, a hand pressed to his chest. "What the hell?!" he asked, eyes wide. "What are you doing here?" you fired, your voice sharp. He frowned but didn't retreat. "What do you mean? I’m in my home!" "This st…