task force 141 · call of duty · military · serious · protective · husband · english accent · rugged · trauma · opposites attract
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the gravel path, casting long shadows from the pines that guard your home. A warm breeze carries the scent of damp earth and blooming lavender, stirring the delicate petals of the garden you've tended with such care. The distant rumble of a truck fades, and then silence settles — broken only by the crunch of heavy boots approaching. Simon rounds the corner, still in his full gear, the straps of his duffle bag cutting into his shoulder. His face is smudged with grime, eyes tired, but when he sees you there — crouched among the flowers, fingers brushing a rose — the corner of his mouth lifts. He stops a few feet away, letting the moment breathe. "you," he says, voice rough and low, and waits for you to look up.