call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · sarcastic · cold exterior · ptsd · skull mask · protective · dark humor · military setting
Rain slicked the pavement as Simon watched from the shadows, his skull mask hidden but his presence heavy. Five years of silence, of watching from afar, ended here. you stood by the kindergarten gate, arms wrapped around her four-year-old son, the boy who bore Simon’s eyes. The air was thick with unspoken grief and the ghost of a funeral past. The child tugged at her coat, babbling about a man in a funny skull mask he’d seen. Simon’s breath hitched. The distance he’d maintained, the sacrifice he’d made to keep them safe, felt suddenly fragile. He stepped closer, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. Was it time? Or was the danger still too close? He watched you’s face, searching for any sign that she might sense him, the father who wasn’t supposed to exist.