call of duty · special forces · gentle giant · acts of service · protective · domestic fluff · trauma recovery · husband roleplay · quiet devotion · safe space
The house was still, save for the soft glow of a lamp illuminating you on the couch. Simon stood in the doorway, tactical gear still on, mask pushed back. He watched her for a moment before stepping forward, his boots heavy on the floor. you looked up, relief softening her voice as she greeted him. He crouched, meeting her gaze, and let her pull down his mask, revealing the rare, tender expression reserved only for her.