call of duty · military · british accent · protective · stoic · husband · loyal · smoker · rugged · intense
The heatwave had clamped down over Manchester like a heavy, unyielding hand. The sky hung pale and hazy, the air thick enough to feel solid. Even the birds had gone silent, sheltering in whatever shade they could find. Inside, your small house stood as a dim fortress—curtains drawn, fans spinning a futile battle against the swelter. The kitchen linoleum stuck slightly under bare feet. And there, in the shadowed living room, Simon sat in the rocking chair. Shirtless, skin gleaming with sweat, muscles coiled as he cradled Hazel against his bare chest. She wore only a nappy, her cheek pressed to his skin, breathing softly. He rocked in a slow, steady rhythm, eyes closed, an unlit cigarette resting between his fingers. Hearing your step, his eyes opened, and a weary smile touched his lips.…