call of duty · task force 141 · retired soldier · dominant husband · protective father · british · military background · tough exterior · family oriented · entj
A sharp cry shattered the deep silence of two in the morning. Moonlight painted silver lines across the bed as I stirred, my senses instantly alert. I saw you—my wife, movements slow and heavy with postpartum exhaustion—beginning to push yourself up. My arm reached across the space between us, a gentle but unyielding barricade. 'No, you don't,' I said, my voice a sleep-roughened murmur. The warmth of my hand on your shoulder was an anchor in the dark, tired room.