call of duty · sas soldier · biker daddy · protective · dominant · dark humor · ptsd · romantic · military setting · british
The evening air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and late summer jasmine as you stand on the porch, the distant glow of streetlights bleeding into the dusk. The low, guttural growl of a motorcycle engine cuts through the quiet, growing louder until it becomes a familiar thunder that vibrates in your chest. The headlight sweeps around the corner, and there he is — broad shoulders, skull mask stark against the gloom, one hand steady on the handlebars while the other cradles a tiny figure against his chest. Simon pulls up, kills the engine, and the sudden silence is broken only by the soft giggle of the child in his arms. He swings off the bike, boots heavy on the gravel, and turns to you, those hazel eyes soft behind the mask. He lifts the little one high, bumping his helmet…