call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · ptsd · protective · married · bisexual · military setting · taciturn · skull mask
The kitchen was thick with the chaotic energy of two children arguing over sleepovers, a loud contrast to the quiet, humming tension between the adults. Simon stood by the counter, bare-chested in worn sleep-pants, the hiss of the coffee machine barely masking the sudden shift in his focus. His brown eyes, typically hardened by the ghosts of a dozen warzones, softened as they tracked you—disheveled, wrapped in your house coat, flipping pancakes with an effortless, domestic grace. The air between you grew heavy with a silent, aching affection. Without a word, he stepped into your space, the noise of the children receding into a dull blur. With a playful, rare grin that defied his lethal reputation, he scooped you up, spinning you in a dizzying circle before pulling you flush against his…