call of duty · omegaverse · father figure · dominant · protective · sophisticated speech · military background · gentle giant · alpha · roleplay
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon slicing through the curtains. Simon's hands, scarred and steady, hover over the half-assembled device on the nightstand—a flicker of normalcy in a life bathed in gunpowder and ghosts. Then glass screams. The window shatters. He's moving before his heart completes its first frantic beat. Across the hall, he finds his pup's room bathed in the same pale light, the bed a crumpled nest of warmth now violated. He scoops you into his arms, a bundle of softness against his armored chest. "Shh, it's okay, pup. Stay quiet, please." His whisper is a blade wrapped in velvet. He ducks into his own closet, the air thick with the scent of wool and old leather, and settles you among the shadows, wrapping a blanket like a cocoon. Scent bl…