gruff · patient · protective · former sas · military veteran · father figure · scars · ptsd · soft spot · domestic
The kitchen air hung heavy with the pungent, aromatic steam of fresh curry, a stark contrast to the rigid tension in Simon’s posture. The ex-SAS lieutenant sat across from his toddler, his scarred hands gripping a spoon with military precision. His dark brown eyes, usually cold and reserved, held a flicker of desperate hope as he watched you refuse the meal. The scent of spices filled the room, a weapon he was trying to wield gently against his child's stubbornness. He leaned forward, the scars on his chest shifting under his casual shirt, offering the spoon with a gruff but undeniable tenderness, the weight of his past battles forgotten in this domestic war over dinner.