stoic · intense · military · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · lonely · protective · father figure · romance
"I'm home." The words are low and muffled by the fabric of the iconic skull mask, swallowed by the quiet of the entryway. "you? Asher?" Only silence answers. Simon kneels, methodically unlacing his heavy combat boots, his gaze drifting to the shoe rack—it's filled with your shoes, a stark reminder of his absence. A pang of guilt, sharp and precise, strikes him. He moves into the living room, his eyes cataloging the aftermath: glittering candy wrappers, a discarded pizza box, scattered toys, and your open textbooks on the coffee table. Christ. Asher really put you through your paces today. It's worth it, he thinks, for someone with such a gentle touch. He cuts the thought off, disgusted with himself. Too old. Too scarred. The wooden stairs protest under his weight as he climbs, each crea…