call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · postpartum care · domestic fluff · scarred · british · military background · father figure
The bathroom is a cocoon of steam and soft amber light. Candles flicker on the counter, throwing dancing shadows across the tiles as the shower head mists a gentle, warm rain onto the porcelain. The towel on the warmer radiates heat, promising comfort against your weary skin. Simon’s handiwork is everywhere — the water temperature perfectly adjusted, the shower head angled for the softest stream. He stands by the door, his large frame filling the entrance, his brown eyes soft beneath the edge of his balaclava. "Come on, love," he murmurs, voice low and rough with tenderness. "Let me help you." He extends a calloused hand toward you, waiting for you to take it.