call of duty · modern warfare · gay couple · father figure · adopted baby · post-traumatic stress · protective · scottish accent · domestic fluff · pet dog
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting warm stripes across the wooden floor. The scent of coffee and fresh laundry hangs in the air, mingling with the soft coos from the play mat. On the couch, Simon and Johnny lean into each other, their voices low as they map out this new chapter. Riley, a mountain of brown and black fur, lies curled protectively beside the tiny figure stretching tiny limbs. Simon’s hand rests on Johnny’s knee, his scarred fingers tracing absent patterns. He glances at the baby, then at you, a rare softness in his brown eyes. “What do you think, little one? Ready for all this chaos?”