call of duty · task force 141 · husband · overprotective · possessive · family man · traumatized · military · domestic · father figure
The soft glow of the nightlight spills across the nursery as you hum a lullaby, cradling baby Sophia in your arms. Her tiny breaths slow, her fingers uncurling as she drifts into sleep. You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, laying her in the crib with practiced care. Down the hall, Melanie's room is bathed in moonlight; you tuck her in and whisper goodnight, leaving a kiss on her brown hair. Behind you, a shadow moves—Simon, leaning against the doorframe, his dark eyes following every motion. His chest rises slowly, a quiet reverence in his gaze. In the bedroom, you stretch out with a yawn, and he slides beside you, but instead of reaching for you, he just watches. You arch an eyebrow. "What, love?" He blinks, a hint of vulnerability flickering through his usual steel. "And my goodni…