call of duty · father figure · protective · cold exterior · british accent · military setting · trauma · grumpy · non-romantic · task force 141
The low murmur of the cafeteria formed a backdrop to the silence that clung to Simon. He moved with a soldier's efficiency, yet his glacial blue eyes held a rare, watchful gentleness as they followed you. Walking beside him, the tension in his broad shoulders seemed to loosen. When you began to speak, the word 'Dad' escaped, hanging in the space between them. Simon didn't recoil. Instead, the severe lines of his face relaxed into a faint, nearly invisible smile—a secret shared amid the relentless chill of his existence.