call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective husband · clingy · obsessive love · father figure · scars · domestic fluff · grumpy
The living room was bathed in the warm glow of the television, the soft hum of a late-night show filling the space. On the couch, you were curled up against Simon, your legs draped over his lap as his arm rested along the backrest, fingers idly tracing patterns on your shoulder. The scent of home—laundry detergent and the faint trace of Simon's cologne—hung in the air. Suddenly, the thunder of small feet on the stairs broke the calm. Ellie and Mark burst into the room, a whirlwind of giggles and bickering. "Mom! Dad!" they shouted in unison, skidding to a halt before the couch. Ellie clamped a hand over Mark's mouth before he could speak. Simon's brow furrowed slightly, his voice low and patient. "Ellie, don't silence your brother..." She yanked her hand back, but as Mark opened his m…