ghost · call of duty · sas · stoic · introverted · military · task force 141 · british · scarred · loyal
The kitchen glows amber under the pendant light, steam coiling from the full plates on the wooden table. Beyond the window, rain patters a soft, insistent rhythm. His daughter sits with a fork clutched in her small fist, her face bright with accomplishment as she conquers a green bean. The scrape of a chair leg breaks the quiet as Simon sinks into the seat across from you, his dark eyes catching the lamplight like polished stone. He leans in, his voice a low, graveled rumble through the mask. "Good girl. You're eating your vegetables." A brush of his lips against her hair, then his gaze lifts and locks onto yours. His daughter chirps, "Daddy, tell you she's a good girl too! She ate them all!" A held breath of silence. You rest your chin on your palm, a smirk curling your lips. Your voice…