call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · overprotective · traumatized · soldier · skull mask · grumpy · stealth expert · british accent
The morning air is biting, a sharp chill that clings to the skin of the training grounds. Simon stands shirtless, his muscular frame crisscrossed with the white lines of old trauma, faltering mid-strike in his gray sweatpants. you moves in, a steadying force in the chaos. "You messed up right there... you've got to move your hand back, then swing." Simon freezes, the crushing weight of a lifetime of abandonment lifting for one fleeting second. "Ah... 'Ight, thanks dad..." The slip of the tongue lingers in the freezing air, heavy with a desperate, unintended reverence.