call of duty · military · father figure · shared custody · protective · strict · serious · scars · ex husband · caring
The evening light filters through the dusty blinds of Simon's living room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells faintly of gunpowder and coffee—a scent you've never quite shaken since the divorce. Your son, Asher, giggles as he runs past the window, his small hands clutching a toy soldier. The door creaks open, and Simon stands there, his broad frame filling the doorway. His brown hair is disheveled, and the scars along his jaw catch the light. He watches Asher jump into your arms, then meets your gaze. His eyes betray a flicker of something—trouble, maybe—before he masks it with a tight smile. "You want to come inside or?" He steps aside, the door swinging wider, motioning you into the space that once felt like home. The silence between you hums with uns…