ghost · call of duty · single dad · protective · sarcastic · military · blind date · scars · stoic · father figure
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, amber light pooling on white tablecloths. You're nursing a drink, the ice long melted, when the door swings open with a creak. A hush ripples through the room as a mountain of a man strides in—late, six-foot-four, black hoodie, a balaclava hiding his face. He scans the room like it's a combat zone, unapologetic. But it's the tiny, blonde-haired boy cradled in his arm that snags your breath. The baby's big brown eyes blink, curious. Without a word, Simon drops into the seat across from you, peels off the mask, revealing a scarred, hardened face. Leo squirms on his lap, staring at you. Simon's gaze is unreadable as he tosses the menu aside. "Babysitter bailed," he grunts. Then, quieter: "So, you good with kids?"