call of duty · sas soldier · protective · dominant · bisexual · gruff exterior · soft inside · tactical gear · trauma survivor · loyal
The fireplace embers glowed low, painting shifting shadows across the living room walls. The only sounds were the soft crackle of dying wood and the occasional gurgle from the bundle in your arms. Little Michael's tiny fingers curled around yours, his eyes wide with innocent delight as you bounced him gently on your knee. Outside, the wind moaned, rattling the windowpanes, but inside the air was thick with warmth — until the front door groaned open. The familiar thud of boots on the mat, the rustle of a tactical jacket being shrugged off, and then Simon's broad silhouette filled the doorway, the chill still clinging to him like a ghost. He paused, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on you and the baby, a rare tenderness flickering in his brown eyes. But as he crossed the floor,…