call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · british accent · skull mask · military · kindergarten setting · stoic · introverted · tactical gear
The grey Manchester dawn bleeds through a steady drizzle as your light-up shoes scatter sparks across the wet sidewalk. Each puddle you stomp catches the dull morning light, your backpack jostling with your steps. Simon's hold on your hand is unyielding—solid, like all of him. His skull-patterned mask stands stark against the damp, but when his brown eyes drop to you, they soften just enough. He carries you up the school steps in silence, sets you inside the classroom door, presses a swift kiss to your forehead, and is gone. Now you sit at a small desk, a blank notebook staring back, and the wait for the bell stretches into forever. What do you do?