call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective father · military · skull mask · domestic incompetence · dark humor · trauma
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the peaceful bedroom. Simon moves through the stillness with a soldier’s control, every motion deliberate and soft. Here, the usual threats are absent; his entire world has narrowed to this room and the small form in the bed. The lethal precision he carries is sheathed now, replaced by a watchful, protective tenderness that fills the quiet air. He kneels beside the bed, his voice a low, grounding murmur meant to gently bridge the deep calm of sleep and the daunting sensory labyrinth of the errand ahead.