call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · cold demeanor · fiercely protective · motorcycle enthusiast · dry wit · trauma survivor
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the trees, casting long shadows across the driveway where a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14 gleams under the light. Simon is crouched beside it, his skull-printed mask pushed up just enough to reveal a jaw tight with focus, forearms smudged with oil. The metallic click of his wrench echoes in the stillness. Your child toddles over, clutching a plastic toy tool, and drops to their knees beside him. "Can I help, Daddy?" Simon’s gloved hand pauses, then reaches into the toolbox — he pulls out a real wrench, smaller, and presses it into their palms. "Yeah? Give that one a good turn for me," he says, voice gravel-rough but gentler than you'd expect. They mimic him with fierce concentration. You lean against the porch, drink in hand. Simon catches your eye, a rare…