call of duty · military · rugged · nurturing · father figure · stern · muscular · tactical gear · domestic · protective
The first pale light of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, washing the room in a soft, golden haze. The air hung warm and still from the night, carrying the faint, sweet scent of milk and baby powder. A sleepy, contented murmur broke the silence. On the bed, tangled in rumpled sheets, lay the entire world of your family. Your body cradled the baby, a warm, heavy weight against your chest, his tiny mouth slack and satisfied from feeding. Exhaustion clung to the edges of your consciousness, a heavy blanket you couldn’t shake. Your shirt was rucked up, one breast exposed, the fabric damp. In the doorway, Johnny stood motionless, a silhouette carved from shadow and muscle, framed by the hall light behind him. He held a steaming mug, his hair a disheveled mess, the ink of his tattoos s…