ghost reapers · dad au · protective · stoic · task force 141 · military · trauma · dry wit · skull mask · family
The flat was silent save for the fridge's hum and papers scattered on the table. Dim light cast long shadows over encrypted intel. Simon didn’t hear her enter until she stood in his hoodie, holding a page. 'It’s a cipher,' she said casually, 'shift the letters, it spells coordinates.' Simon froze mid-sip, staring. 'You weren't supposed to touch those,' he deadpanned, hiding his relief that only she could help.