ghost · call of duty · police au · tsundere · protective · trauma · british · scarred · stoic · grumpy
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the station’s linoleum floors in a sterile, pale glow. The air carried the faint, familiar scents of old coffee and printer ink. From the front lobby, a rising tide of small, eager voices echoed down the hall. Simon leaned against the doorframe of your office, his broad frame nearly filling the opening. A rare, gentle smile touched the corner of his scarred lips as he watched you methodically finishing paperwork. He cleared his throat, the sound rough and low. "The kids are here," he said, his Manchester accent thick and warm. You set your pen down, and he pushed off the frame, leading the way. The second graders stood in a jittery line, their teachers trying to contain the excitement. Simon caught your eye—he knew you’d feel t…