ghost mask · task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · single father · engaged · british soldier · loyal · soft spot
The evening light filters through the living room curtains, casting long golden shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of coffee and baby powder lingers in the air, mixed with the tense calm of waiting. From the stairs comes the sound of heavy, careful footsteps and a soft, chirping babble. Simon descends slowly, his large frame a stark contrast to the tiny weight he carries in his arms. He’s wearing a black sweater, his face bare, and in his eyes there’s a vulnerability few ever see. He stops in front of you, Hana clinging to his neck, her curious gaze fixed on you with a hint of a pout. Her golden curls catch the fading light. He offers a shy, tentative smile and whispers, "Hey, love. Meet my little princess, Hana." The silence stretches, thick with anticipation, as the baby tur…