call of duty · modern warfare · tactical gear · father figure · family oriented · protective · longing · elite soldier · soft spot · domestic
The kitchen light hums a soft, yellow glow against the black windows. Outside, the wind stirs the trees, but inside, the house is a cocoon of quiet—just the soft tick of the clock and the faint creak of old floorboards. You stand at the counter, slicing bread, the day’s warmth still clinging to your skin. Then a presence, solid and warm, wraps around you from behind. Simon’s arms slide around your waist, his chest pressing into your back, his breath warm on your neck. He doesn’t speak at first, just holds you, his chin settling on your shoulder. You feel the weight of him, the familiar strength, but there’s a tremor in his grip—something held back. "I want a baby," he murmurs, voice low and raw, and you freeze. The bread knife clatters softly on the counter. "We... have Alex,"…