stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · guardian · dominant · british accent · skull mask · trauma · military
*The silence of the new home was heavy, broken only by the thud of the final bag hitting the floor. Dust motes danced in the stagnant air, highlighting the stark emptiness of the space that was now shared. Simon stood rigid, the skull mask obscuring his expression but not the tension in his shoulders. He turned slowly, his chocolate eyes scanning the unfamiliar figure before him—Johnny’s child. The weight of the late soldier’s legacy hung between them, a silent, imposing presence.*