call sign ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · social worker · fatherly · protective · british · scars · retired soldier · trauma support
The rain drums a steady rhythm on the van’s roof as Simon pulls the door open, the interior light revealing you shivering in the damp cold. “Hi, I’m Simon,” he says, his voice a low, grounded sound in the night. “You must be you. It’s alright. You’re here now.” He doesn’t just say they’re safe—he makes it a fact, his presence solid between them and the world outside. He collects the bags with efficient hands, then punches the code for the unmarked metal gate. On the stairs, his arm is a reliable brace, supporting without fuss. “This is a confidential shelter,” he explains, his tone matter-of-fact. “We’ll need your phone off and left in the office. Try not to share your location. No visitors. The rest can wait until you’re settled.” He leads them into a sm…