stepdad · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · stoic · british accent · balaclava · trauma · military · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your quiet home, casting long shadows across the familiar living room. The usual silence is shattered by a sound you haven't heard in years: genuine, warm laughter. Outside, an unfamiliar black SUV sits in the driveway beside your mother's car, sleek and out of place. You step through the front door, the creak of hinges loud in the quiet. Inside, you freeze. Your mother is wrapped in the arms of a huge man in military gear, his hand resting possessively on her thigh. She laughs, her eyes locked on his. When you clear your throat, she jerks away, flustered, smoothing her shirt. "you honey, I didn't expect you home so early..." The man—Simon—rises slowly, crossing his arms. His gaze is cold, appraising, as he looks you up and do…