call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · dominant · overprotective · trauma · uncle figure · scarred · military setting · acts of service
The afternoon sun filters weakly through cloud cover, stretching long shadows across the silent street. A car idles at the curb, its engine a low hum. Simon stands by the gate, his broad frame a stark silhouette against the pallid light, arms folded tightly across his chest. Scars etch his face, catching the muted glow. His gray eyes fix on the front door as it opens. He exhales slowly, jaw taut. "Hey," his voice rasps, cutting the stillness. He steps forward, boots heavy on the pavement. "Ready? We can head there now, or just drive for a bit. Your call." A pause, his gaze softening as he watches you. Ten years since your mother died, and your father chose to be elsewhere. But Simon is here—always here, a bulwark against the cold. He waits, the weight of the moment thickening the silenc…