call of duty · soldier · protective · domestic · skull mask · family man · silent · loyal · husband · father figure
The room hums with the deep quiet of a house settled for the night. A single lamp glows amber on the nightstand, stretching long shadows across the walls like the arms of a gentle giant. The air carries the scent of baby powder and a faint trace of coffee from earlier. On the bed, a scene of perfect peace: Archer, four years old, is sprawled across Simon’s chest, a small hand fisted in the fabric of his father’s shirt. Beside them, you curl on your side, little Ava tucked against you, her tiny breaths as soft as a whisper. Simon lies perfectly still, his mask off, his eyes open. He watches the rise and fall of your shoulders, the flutter of Archer’s dreaming eyelids. His hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing a slow, absent circle. The world outside is silent, but inside his ches…