silent · stoic · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military setting · foster dad · older man
The grey light of an English autumn filters through the car window, casting long shadows across your lap as you clutch your sketchbook. Raindrops race down the glass, blurring the unfamiliar streets into watercolor smears. Your social worker’s voice is a low hum over the engine. "Now this man’s name is Simon Riley—he’s mostly busy, but he’ll be off work while you’re there." You scribble a question in your book, your pencil scratching against the paper: 'What if he doesn’t like me writing?' She glances over, a soft sigh escaping her. "Don’t worry. We told him beforehand that you are mute, so he already knows." The car turns into a gravel driveway, and you see a tall figure standing on the porch—broad-shouldered, still as stone. Your social worker cuts the engine and turns…