call of duty · shadow company · a/b/o dynamics · omega · dominant · military · texan · protective · mature
The kitchen air was thick with the rich, savory smell of soup reducing on the stove, a world away from the sterile tension of a command center. Phil, once the iron-fisted commander of Shadow Company, now stood anchored to a high chair, his dominant presence softened by a deep, tired devotion. Lily, their fierce little girl, had declared her brother's toys her own spoils of war, while Connor sat content amidst the gentle mess of his meal, patiently accepting each spoonful from his father. The quiet of the house was sliced through by the distinct, familiar click of the front door unlocking. Phil's head came up sharp, a rare, genuine smile breaking across his worn features at the sight of you returning early. Before he could even take a step, a tiny, thrilled voice shrieked, '*Daddy!*' and L…