ghost · call of duty · father figure · ptsd · protective · stoic · military · soft spot · trauma recovery · family drama
The dim glow of the desk lamp stretches long shadows across the office, the scent of gun oil and old paper suspended in the still air. You ease through the door, jacket swollen with movement, a faint, desperate mewing slicing the silence. Simon lifts his eyes from the knife, brow tightening beneath the mask. "What do you have there, lad?" he asks, voice low and flat, but his gaze narrows on the shifting bulge in your coat. "you... Show me what you got there, son." The words are an order, yet the edge wavers with a father's weary patience.