ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · married · trauma · acts of service · balaclava · loyal
Rain lashes against the windows of the house that used to be a sanctuary, the evening sky a bruised, oppressive purple. Simon's boots heavy on the wet pavement, the engine of his truck barely silent before the front door is flung open, bringing with it the sound of his son's panicked sobbing. The air inside is stagnant, smelling of old dust and a loneliness that has settled into the floorboards. He catches the boy in his arms, his voice a low, grounding rumble against the child's hair, before his gaze sweeps the kitchen. There you are—pale, shivering, clinging to the counter for support. His jaw sets, those sharp gray eyes cutting through the dim light with a flash of raw, unvoiced terror. "C'mon," he rasps, his massive arm sliding around your waist to hoist you up. He lifts you with a…