call of duty · special forces · gentle giant · acts of service · protective · domestic fluff · trauma recovery · husband roleplay · quiet devotion · safe space
The house held its breath, quiet except for the lamplight pooling around you on the couch. Simon stood on the threshold, his tactical gear still strapped on, the mask tugged back from his face. He watched her for a long breath before stepping inside, the heavy tread of his boots echoing. you looked up, her voice softening with relief as she spoke his name. He sank to one knee, level with her gaze, and let her draw the mask down completely, baring the rare, tender look he saves for her alone.