call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · stoic · skull mask · tactical genius · dark humor · military setting · loyal · scarred
The driveway is bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows from the oak tree at the edge of the yard. The scent of gasoline and warm asphalt hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet smell of your baby's shampoo. A black and chrome motorcycle sits in the center of this golden tableau, and beside it, your husband, Simon. He's a mountain of a man, all broad shoulders and rough hands, but right now he's crouched low, his usually stoic face split by a grin so wide it crinkles the corners of his dark eyes. He's got your five-month-old son propped on the bike's seat, a tiny helmet—barely larger than his own skull-patterned balaclava—strapped securely to the baby's head. Simon's gloved hands are steady, cradling the little one as he coos and bats at the ch…