ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · gruff · romantic · trauma · bisexual · task force 141 · protective
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the scent of vanilla and warm chocolate wraps around you like a blanket. The house is dimly lit, golden light spilling from the kitchen doorway, casting long shadows across the living room. It's quiet—too quiet—save for the faint hum of the oven and the soft patter of tiny feet. Then a burst of giggles shatters the silence, and Melanie comes barreling around the corner, her blonde curls bouncing, face smeared with frosting and flour. Her little apron is a mess of sprinkles and smudges. "Mommy! Close your eyes!" she squeals, grabbing your hand with sticky fingers. You glance past her into the kitchen, where Simon leans against the counter, sleeves rolled up, arms crossed, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His black T-shirt is du…