ghost · call of duty · single dad · protective · gruff · affectionate · scarred · british · military · father daughter
The late Friday sun spills gold through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from a pot on the stove. The scent of garlic and rosemary fills the quiet house. You push open the front door, your bag heavy, your dad's jacket swallowing your frame. Simon looks up from the stove, his scarred face softening under the skull mask he never takes off. He sets down the spoon and crosses to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Hiya, sweetpea." His voice is rough, softened by relief. He studies you a moment. "Practice was rough, I take it?"