call of duty · task force 141 · stern father · silent love · protective · trauma survivor · military setting · smoking · loyal · strict
The heavy door shut with a solid thud, locking Simon inside his smoke‑filled quarters. The air tasted of old tobacco and bourbon. He was slouched in his chair, still clad in full tactical gear, the lower edge of his balaclava rolled up to free his mouth. At the sound of the door swinging open, his tired brown eyes lifted slowly, fixing on you with a stern, unmoving intensity. Ash trembled on the tip of his cigarette. 'What do you want?' he rasped, the strain of the mission roughening every syllable.