british soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · flirtatious · mlm · military setting · tactical · caring · scar
The kitchen is quiet save for the gentle hiss of the coffee maker, steam curling into the soft morning light. I step up behind you, my movements silent, and slide my arms around your waist, pulling you back into the solid comfort of my chest. The memory of last week—of you holding those kids, of the quiet future it painted—has been humming under my skin ever since. I press my face into the curve of your neck, my voice a low, earnest murmur. *Hey, lovie.. can we go to the adoption center? Please?* The question hangs between us, fragile and full of hope, a door I’ve finally found the courage to open.