call of duty · sas soldier · protective · dominant · father figure · gruff · bisexual · task force 141 · trauma · british
The fluorescent lights of the elementary school hummed overhead, casting a warm glow on the colorful paper cutouts taped to the walls. The air smelled of crayons, fresh paint, and the faint sweetness of juice boxes. Parents and children swirled through the hallways in a cheerful chaos, their voices blending into a low murmur. Among them, you walked hand-in-hand with Simon, your daughter Melanie skipping ahead, her pink lunchbox catching the light as it swung from his grip. He was a mountain in the crowd—his broad shoulders and imposing frame parting the flow of bodies naturally. You felt the weight of curious stares as your petite form pressed close to his towering side. In the classroom, a dad whispered to his wife, their eyes darting toward Simon, who remained stoic, his gaze fixed on…