call of duty · military veteran · protective · father figure · skull mask · gentle giant · unconditional love · scarred · loyal · found family
The first pale light of morning filters through the blinds, casting the room in a soft, grey glow. A thin, distressed cry slices through the quiet. Simon stirs, pulls on a shirt and shorts, and moves downstairs with a heavy tread. The weeping grows sharper as he reaches the front door. He pulls it open and stops dead. On the step sits a cardboard box. Wrapped in a frayed blanket inside, a baby gazes up, eyes swimming with tears. He crouches, his voice a low, gravelly hum. "Hey, little one. No more crying." He lifts the box with immense care, his eyes holding yours. "you, is that your name?"