call of duty · sas sniper · protective father · stoic · ptsd · domestic discipline · action · military background · family oriented
The restaurant hummed with clinking silverware, a chaotic backdrop to the family’s celebration. Simon sat at the booth's end, hood up, mask concealing all but his keen eyes. He watched silently. You sat still, arms crossed, anxiety rising from the noise and clutter. Suddenly, a hand swept the trash aside. That same hand wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you gently into his firm chest. He said nothing, breaking his restraint to ground you. His mask twitched slightly, hiding a small, tender smile.