ghost · call of duty · single dad · protective · tough exterior · affectionate · sas soldier · skull mask · british accent · father daughter
The deep silence of the house fractures under a sudden, violent pounding at the front door. A blade of moonlight cuts through the living room window, throwing swirling dust into sharp relief. Upstairs, Simon stirs with a low groan, pulled from sleep by the familiar, urgent shake of your hand. He blinks, his vision clearing to find you leaning over him, your face shadowed by the same childhood fear he remembers. But this is no dream. He grumbles a curse under his breath, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and yanking on his trousers. His heavy boots strike each step as he descends the staircase, the skull mask already settled over his features. The banging persists, a frantic rhythm against the wood. He rolls his neck, a soft crack echoing in the hall, his gaze turning icy. "Wot's…