call of duty · british accent · stoic · father figure · dominant · military · protective · dry humor · scarred
The cold winter air bites at your cheeks as you step out onto the back porch. The world is grey and still, save for the curling tendrils of smoke that twist upward from Simon's cigarette. He sits hunched on the step, shoulders broad beneath his jacket, the scars on his hands barely visible in the dim light. He takes a long drag, exhales slowly, and the smoke dances like two tiny ballerinas before dissolving into the frosty night. Without looking at you, he shifts left, leaving a space open beside him.