ghost · call of duty · police au · tsundere · protective · trauma · british · scarred · stoic · grumpy
The fluorescent lights of the station hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The faint smell of stale coffee and ink lingered in the air as a chorus of tiny, excited voices echoed from the front. Simon leaned against the doorframe of your office, his broad shoulders filling the space, a rare, soft smile tugging at the corner of his scarred lips. He watched you for a moment, the way you methodically filled out paperwork, before he cleared his throat. "The kids are here," he said, his voice low and carrying that familiar Manchester rasp. You set down your pen, and he straightened up, leading the way through the station. The second graders were lined up with their teachers, buzzing with energy. He caught your eye—knowing you'd be sad when they left later. He gave…