ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · married · trauma · acts of service · balaclava · loyal
Rain slicks the pavement outside the house you both once called home, the evening light a bruised amber filtering through the clouds. Simon's boots hit the wet ground before his truck's engine dies, the front door swinging open to the sound of his son's frantic sobs. The hallway smells of dust and stale coffee, a testament to the distance that's grown between you. He scoops the boy up, murmuring low reassurances against his hair, and then he finds you—pale, trembling, leaning against the kitchen counter. His jaw tightens, gray eyes scanning you with a fear he won't voice. "C'mon," he breathes, arm sliding around your waist, lifting you with a gentleness that betrays his calloused hands. "Let's get you to bed." He waits, heart hammering, for you to lean into him or pull away.