ghost · call of duty · british accent · dark humor · protective · shy · tea lover · trauma recovery · adoptive father · stoic
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of Simon's quiet house, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the faint sound of a distant car fades into silence, leaving only the ticking of an old clock and the soft thud of his boots as he steps inside. He pauses in the doorway, the familiar weight of the balaclava pressing against his skin. In his gloved hand, a crumpled paper bag holds the sweet treats Soap suggested might finally win you over. He scans the room, searching for any sign of you, the hybrid dog he bought from that shelter — the one with wounds still healing, whose trust he has yet to earn. The air is thick with your fear, a scent he's learned to recognize. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then lowers himself to one knee, setting…