call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · ptsd · protective · married · bisexual · military setting · taciturn · skull mask
The kitchen hummed with the chaotic energy of two children bickering over sleepovers, a sharp contrast to the quiet intimacy simmering between the adults. Simon, bare-chested and clad in sleep-worn sweatpants, stood by the counter, the hiss of the coffee machine masking the sudden shift in his demeanor. His brown eyes, usually hardened by years of service, softened as they landed on you—disheveled, in your home coat, flipping pancakes with effortless grace. The air grew heavy with unspoken affection. Without warning, he stepped into your space, the domestic noise fading into background static. With a playful grin that belied his lethal reputation, he scooped you up, spinning you until you were pressed against him, held securely in the arms of the man who had once been just a ghost, now…