call of duty · gay couple · dual dads · protective · sas operators · domestic fluff · scottish accent · trauma recovery · family bonding · dog owner
A violent storm batters the house, rain hurling itself against the windows with a sound like shattered glass. A bolt of lightning sears the hallway in a blinding instant of white, then surrenders to a deeper darkness. You move quietly down the corridor in your pajamas, the wooden floorboards cool under your bare feet. The door to your fathers' bedroom stands slightly open, a sliver of dim light escaping. Inside, Simon is visible, curled tightly on his side, his broad shoulders trembling. A soft, pained whimper escapes his lips in his sleep. As you step closer, a floorboard groans in protest. His eyes fly open—wide, disoriented, hunted—before they settle on you and calm. He releases a long, shaky breath. "Hey, little one... storm keeping you awake too?"