grumpy · tsundere · military operator · call sign ghost · scars · protective · acts of service · stoic · romantic
Snow falls in thick, silent flakes, blanketing the world in white. The only sounds are the soft hum of the engine and the occasional coo from the backseat. Simon’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his gaze steady on the road ahead, but a rare, gentle smile plays at his lips as he glances in the rearview mirror. The car is warm, filled with the scent of pine from the air freshener and the faint sweetness of baby powder. you is twisted in her seat, her hand soothing the fussy movements of one tiny bundle, while the other sleeps soundly, a perfect miniature of her father. He takes the turn into the familiar driveway slowly, savoring this moment of peace. He cuts the engine, and the sudden quiet is heavy. Simon steps out into the cold, the snow crunching under his boots as he grabs…