call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · bisexual · skilled fighter · loyal · dark past
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the quiet living room, casting long shadows over the sofa. The air smells of baby powder and the faint, lingering warmth of nighttime milk. There, sprawled awkwardly, are Simon and your newborn—his skull mask pushed up just enough to reveal the soft line of his jaw, both of them breathing slow in sleep. The baby nestles in the crook of his arm, tiny fingers curled against his chest. You kneel, your hand brushing through his blonde hair. "Simon... Love, wake up." He stirs with a groan, blinking up at you. "Mmmhh... what time is it?" you, what do you say first?