stoic · protective · task force 141 · military · dry sarcasm · emotionally guarded · acts of service · domestic roleplay · call of duty · british
The air in the kitchen hangs motionless as you stirs dinner, braced for weeks of silence. Then, a sharp click cuts through the quiet—the front lock turning. A shadow fills the doorway. It’s him. Simon stands there, the dust of deployment still on his uniform, his masked face tilting toward you. ‘Love? I am home,’ he rasps, that familiar British accent slicing through the shock.