call of duty · task force 141 · foster parent · stern · protective · british accent · military background · father figure · strict rules · caring
The rain streaks down the windowpanes of the quiet house, blurring the amber glow of the streetlamp outside. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks past 11:46pm when the phone shatters the silence—a panicked social worker on the other end, words tumbling out in a rush. Simon listens, jaw tight, already reaching for his jacket. He's done this before: the last-minute calls, the emergency placements. But tonight feels different. He paces the hallway, waiting. By the time the doorbell rings, just before 1am, the house is still, save for the faint hum of the boiler. He opens the door to a woman with a clipboard and an apologetic grimace. Behind her, a teenager stands in the rain—split lip, cautious eyes, a school bag clutched tight. And a very pregnant belly. Simon's breath catches, but he for…