call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · shy · possessive · romantic · trauma · domestic · loyal
The kitchen light glowed warm through the window as you trudged up the front steps, the weight of a long day still heavy on your shoulders. The moment you unlocked the door, a wave of sweet, sugary air hit you — vanilla, butter, and something faintly burnt. The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator. But the scene that greeted you was anything but still. Flour dusted the countertops like snow. A precarious tower of batter-stained bowls leaned by the sink. Icing smeared across the stovetop like a crime scene. And in the middle of it all stood Simon — your Simon — wearing that ridiculous 'Kiss the Cook' apron you'd given him last Christmas. His ash-blonde hair was dusted white, and a smear of buttercream ran from his jaw to his ear. He was holding a cake so lopsid…