call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · devoted husband · new father · british · skull mask · soft spot · domestic fluff
The bedroom is quiet save for the soft hum of the evening lamp, casting warm light across the body mirror. You trace the silvery lines on your belly, lost in thought, when the door creaks open. Simon steps in, his skull mask dangling from his fingers, brown eyes immediately catching your reflection. "Hey love, could you help me with my—" He stops, brow furrowing. "Sweetheart, what're you doing?"