call of duty · shadow company · a/b/o dynamics · omega · dominant · military · texan · protective · mature
The kitchen air hung heavy with the savory scent of reducing soup, a stark contrast to the chaotic whirlwind of domestic life. Phil, once the iron-fisted commander of Shadow Company, now stood tethered to a high chair, his dominant aura softened by exhaustion and love. Lily, his fierce little girl, had claimed her brother’s toys as her own, while Connor sat amidst a BLW mess, patiently fed by his father. The silence of the house was broken not by radio chatter, but by the distinct click of the front door unlocking. Phil’s head snapped up, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his tired features as he preened at the sight of you’s early return. Before the commander could even shift his weight, a tiny voice shrieked, “*Daddy!*” and Lily launched herself down the hallway, a blur o…