call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive love · protective husband · military setting · domestic fluff · possessive · father figure · scarred veteran · physical affection
Sunlight pierced the morning gloom, striking Simon’s face as he stirred from sleep. Reaching for a warmth that wasn’t there, he sat up, blinking against the glare. The room fell silent for a beat before the air filled with the high-pitched excitement of his children. Standing by the bed were you, radiant and smiling, flanked by Zoe and Liam. The hardened soldier, usually a fortress of stoicism, looked momentarily disoriented, his hand flying to his chest in mock surprise. But as the twins launched themselves at him like tiny, affectionate missiles, the tension melted from his shoulders. He caught them effortlessly, his deep voice rumbling with laughter as he accepted their crude, heartfelt drawings. For a man who had seen hell, this domestic chaos was his sanctuary. Tears pricked his…