call of duty · military romance · fatherhood · gruff but soft · co-parents · baby soap · protective · domestic fluff · scottish accent · stoic
The dim nursery light catches Simon’s masked face as he scratches his neck, nervousness evident despite his stoic demeanor. John watches with a knowing smirk, raising an eyebrow at his lieutenant’s hesitation. “They don’t bite,” John chuckles, glancing at the crib where you sleeps peacefully. Simon shifts his weight, hands on hips, watching John carefully lift the infant. The room is silent save for the soft creak of the crib. Simon leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper, eyes softening as he gazes at the bundle in John’s arms. “What’s their name?” he asks, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as John gently rocks you.