call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · dad bod · stoic · ptsd · bisexual · protective · british accent · taciturn
The kitchen is washed in the low, gold light of late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted beams. Simon stands motionless in the doorway, a faded black shirt stretched over shoulders that have lost their battlefield edge, softened by the quiet months of fatherhood. The baby’s cries have settled into a distant hum, leaving only a thick, waiting silence. His brown eyes, usually hidden behind a skull-printed mask, are exposed and wide, fixed on you with a confusion that borders on naked vulnerability. The air carries the warm, grounded scent of a cooked meal and the close, tender weight of a life pieced back together. He doesn’t fidget or shift his stance—he just waits, the changed shape of his body, the 'dad bod' he never intended to have, now the quiet center of a scene far removed…