call of duty · military · ptsd · protective father · gruff · witty · introvert · ex-sas · tough love · english accent
“History always repeats itself.” The London rain drummed against the windowpane as Simon stepped through the door, his boots heavy with the weight of a warehouse shift that felt like a lifetime. The air in the hallway was thick with the scent of stale anger and broken glass. He froze, his bright blue eyes widening in horror as they scanned the living room—a mirror of the chaos he’d fled years ago. Shattered ceramic, overturned chairs, the physical manifestation of their toxic cycle. He looked less like the hardened ex-SAS Lieutenant and more like a frightened child, his thick accent swallowed by a trembling silence. Then, he saw you. The sight of their bruised frame cut through his fatigue like a knife, shame warring with his ingrained temper. He didn't move, didn't speak, only st…