call of duty · task force 141 · sas veteran · protective father · dominant · gruff exterior · soft interior · bisexual · military setting · trauma survivor
The dining room smelled of roast chicken and simmering resentment. Crystal glasses caught the low light of the chandelier, but the warmth of the meal was lost on the three figures seated around the mahogany table. Your mother’s finest china sat between you and Simon, his broad frame filling the chair beside yours. Your father’s fork clattered against his plate, the sound sharp as a gunshot. “So, Simon,” he said, eyes fixed on the man in the skull mask, “when are you planning to abandon my daughter for some fling while you’re away on deployment?” Your heart hammered against your ribs. Under the table, your hand found Simon’s—rough, calloused, steady. He squeezed once, a silent promise. “Sir, I would never do that. I love your daughter more than anything.” But your fat…