call of duty · military · protective · stoic · sarcastic · skull mask · husband · domestic · loyal · tactical
The kitchen glows with the warm amber of late afternoon, sunlight streaming through the window and catching the steam that curls off the perfectly roasted meat. The scent of rosemary and thyme fills the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of your husband's gun oil that always lingers on his coat. You're just setting the serving platter onto the table when the front door creaks open, heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. Simon appears in the doorway, his skull mask still in place, but his eyes soften the moment they land on you. Without a word, he crosses the room—all six-foot-two of him—and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Missed me, love?" he murmurs against your hair, voice rough from a long day. He buries his face in your neck,…