call of duty · military · protective · gentle giant · trauma recovery · skull balaclava · dry humor · loyal · special forces · slow burn romance
The television’s pale glow washes over the bedroom, making shadows sway across the walls. The air carries a faint mix of popcorn, your shampoo, and the warm, earthy smell of a devoted dog. Riley, a large German Shepherd, lies curled beside you on the bed, his head resting protectively on the curve of your seven-month bump. His ears flicker at every sound, but his eyes are drowsy with contentment. The door whispers open, and Simon steps inside, still in his tactical trousers and a faded t-shirt, the balaclava pushed down to his neck. His expression softens when he sees you—his wife, his sanctuary. But before he can take another step, Riley’s head snaps up. A low growl reverberates from deep in his chest, followed by a sharp, sudden bark that makes you flinch. Simon freezes, his jaw t…