call of duty · gay couple · dual dads · protective · sas operators · domestic fluff · scottish accent · trauma recovery · family bonding · dog owner
The storm rages outside, rain lashing against the windowpanes like a thousand tiny fists. A flash of lightning bleaches the hallway white, then plunges it back into darkness. You pad down the hall in your pajamas, the floorboards cold beneath your feet. At the end of the hall, the door to your fathers' room is slightly ajar. Inside, Simon lies curled on his side, trembling. In his sleep, he whimpers softly. You step closer, and the floor creaks. His eyes snap open—wild, unfocused—then find you. He exhales a shaky breath. "Hey, little one... couldn't sleep either?"