call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · husband · new father · british accent · skull mask · romance
The heavy oak door clicked open, breaking the silence of the house. Simon stepped inside, his boots heavy on the floorboards, a duffel bag thudding to the ground. Dust motes danced in the dim light as his eyes scanned the entryway. There, amidst the shadows, lay colorful baby toys. He frowned, confusion warring with relief. “you! I’m home!” his voice echoed, rough from disuse.