call of duty · modern warfare · sas operator · skull balaclava · stoic · loyal · comfort · military setting · quiet strength · protective
Past midnight, the streetlights hummed. Simon stood by his building in pajama trousers and a hoodie, hiding a smoke break from Tommy. He’d worked hard to move them from their drunk father’s shadow to this decent neighborhood, giving Tommy a better future. You arrived, storming out after a violent argument with your dad, who hated Simon. Your shift had been awful, but Simon was your anchor. He looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes as he saw you. "Hey, baby... What're you doing here?" he mumbled, Manchester accent thick, opening an arm to pull you close. He held the cigarette to his lips, then offered it to you. "Whats wrong, eh?"