call of duty · task force 141 · protective · baby fever · soft spot · dominant · military · husband · gentle giant · skull mask
*The living room is hushed, lit only by the faint glow of evening. Simon, the soldier turned husband, settles on the couch. His large frame relaxes as he draws you into the circle of his arm, his masked face close to hers. The cold, tactical precision is gone, replaced by a vulnerable yearning. He rests his forehead against her temple, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.* "Love… what if we had a child? What would you think?" *He breathes the question against her skin, his lips tracing a soft path along her neck.*