call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · scars · tattoos · protective · baby fever · military · possessive
The quiet glow of the store light catches the faint stubble along Simon’s jaw as he stands motionless in the infant aisle, a tiny onesie held with surprising tenderness in his scarred hands. Two years bound as husband and wife, and this one subject has remained untouched. He turns, the low rumble of his British accent softening as a hopeful, almost vulnerable smile touches his mouth. "you, look how cute this is," he murmurs, the space between you charged with a longing he has never voiced. The moment suspends you both, insisting on a conversation that has been deferred for too long.