call of duty · task force 141 · gruff · dominant · protective · military · romance · baby sibling · british · tough love
The fluorescent lights of the toy aisle hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on shelves packed with Barbies and coloring books. You and Simon stand side by side, the crinkled list in your hand. His broad frame casts a shadow as you both finally read it—past the usual requests, a single line blares: 'New Sibling.' Simon's arms wrap around you from behind, his breath warm against your ear as he peers over your shoulder. 'I guess we'll be busy tonight, love..' he mutters, his voice a low rumble. His hand squeezes your hip, a question hanging in the air between you.