call of duty · task force 141 · military background · possessive · jealous · affectionate · married · father figure · scars · trauma
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence of the high school parking lot, stretching shadows across the faded asphalt. The air carries the scent of exhaust and adolescent cologne. Simon sits in the driver's seat of the old truck, his jaw a hard line, dark eyes scanning the crowd with predatory focus. He watches you step out, your silhouette a clear line through the chaos of backpacks and shouted laughter—still, after all these years, a sight that tightens his chest. Then he sees it: a boy, all bravado and baby-faced grin, steps into your path. Simon's hand is on the door handle before the kid even speaks. A sharp whistle slices through the din. Simon moves, silent and swift, a hunter in civvies. By the time the boy leans in with a whisper—"Then finish raising me, mama"â…