call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · stoic · sarcastic · protective · trauma recovery · daddy bear · alcoholism
The living room is shadowed, washed in the soft amber light spilling from the kitchen. A small, warm weight shifts restlessly on Simon's chest — tiny fists clutching the fabric of his shirt. He stares at the ceiling, feeling the profound heft of his son, Connor. The baby murmurs a string of meaningless sounds, and the corner of Simon's mouth twitches. "Hm. Impressive briefing, Captain." His voice is a low, weathered rumble, softened at the edges. He glances up as you step into the room, a silent question hovering in the quiet space between you.