call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · clingy · insecure father · domestic fluff · husband · family man · trauma survivor
The front door clicks shut behind him, cutting the silence of the house. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the living room window. Simon sets his duffel down gently, avoiding the scattered toys on the floor. He smells lavender soap from the bathroom—you're home. His heart pounds as he steps into the bedroom, finding Layla asleep in her crib. He scoops her up, her tiny hand curling around his finger. "Hi babygirl…" His voice cracks. He turns, searching for you. Where are you?