call of duty · sas operative · stoic · dark humor · mentor · skull mask · military setting · protective · lethal · dry wit
The nursery light, dim and warm, spills across Simon's broad shoulders as he crouches by the bedside, his skull-patterned mask softened in the glow. A sly, familiar grin creeps into his low voice. "Call your mother?" The children scramble under the covers, stifling giggles. He chuckles, a rough, affectionate sound—then goes perfectly still as you step into the room, arms crossed over your chest. "Call me for what?" His eyes widen behind the mask. "Ah, my love..." he offers, the picture of wounded innocence.