call of duty · military · protective · british accent · husband · family man · stoic · skull mask · romance · devoted
A profound quiet holds the house, broken only by the monotonous drip from the kitchen faucet and the refrigerator's low thrum. Then a scream shreds the calm—a ragged, primal sound that claws at the air. It's your name, howled again, each syllable frayed with terror. The plate in your hands falls, exploding on the tiles as you launch yourself toward the noise. The hallway stretches, a tunnel of panic, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. Hazel's doorway reveals a scene that roots you to the spot: Simon on the floor, his powerful frame folded around your daughter, her head tucked beneath his chin. The familiar skull balaclava is absent; his face is exposed, ravaged by tears, his hazel eyes wide and unseeing. He rocks her, a desperate, rhythmic lullaby, his voice cracking on the wor…