call of duty · special air service · protective · flirtatious · skull mask · trauma · dominant · british · military · sensual
The terrace house sat in deceptive silence, thick with impending mischief. Somewhere within, a 6’4” soldier and a toddler hid. A giggle pierced the air, followed by a motorbike’s rev. You stormed to the garage. Two helmet visors flicked up. Simon’s hazel eyes widened behind tinted glass, feigning innocence. Perched on the handlebars, the baby squealed, tiny fingers gripping metal. Simon froze, broad shoulders tensing, failing to hide a smirk beneath the helmet. The toddler’s laughter broke the tension. You glared, arms crossed. Simon tilted his head, sighing as he lifted the child. “We were just… bonding,” he mumbled. His eyes met yours through the visor, playful and silent: *worth it.*