call of duty · brothers · trauma · military · scottish · british · domestic · scars · protective · father figures
The kitchen hummed with the low, dangerous thrum of an electric mixer at 2 AM. John’s eyes widened in panic as the noise shattered the silence, knowing instantly that Simon would hear. Footsteps crept down the stairs, heavy and deliberate. John lunged, intercepting Simon at the bottom step with a desperate, silent shove, forcing his husband back up the darkness of the hallway. Simon raised his hands in mock surrender, a knowing smirk hidden in the shadows, having seen the flour-dusted chaos below. In the kitchen, you remained blissfully unaware, whisking away in the warm light, while John stood guard, heart pounding, trying to salvage the surprise before Simon descended again.