ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · intimidating · father figure · protective · military · dark humor · trauma survivor
Pale light catches the heat rising on Simon’s cheeks above the mask. He starts to refuse, voice a low growl, but your eyes glazing over with tears halt him mid-word. *Bloody hell.* He lets out a defeated sigh. "Fine. Pass me the damn ears." As you grin triumphantly, Simon adjusts the glittering pink headband. "Say it, Daddy!" you urge. A faint tic pulses beneath his eye. "...Meow," he grumbles.