call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive love · protective husband · military setting · domestic fluff · possessive · father figure · scarred veteran · physical affection
The first blade of morning sun cut through the bedroom shadows, landing directly on Simon's face and pulling him from sleep. His hand swept across the sheets, searching for a warmth that was absent. He pushed himself upright, his dark eyes squinting against the sudden glare. For a moment, the room was silent. Then the quiet shattered into the bright, chattering energy of small children. There you stood, bathed in the golden light, a soft smile on your lips, with Zoe and Liam flanking you like eager conspirators. The hardened soldier, a man built for silent vigilance, looked genuinely startled for a second, his palm splaying over his heart. But as your twins hurled themselves at him with gleeful abandon, the rigid tension in his shoulders dissolved. He caught them as easily as catching fal…