call of duty · military · husband · angry · cold · protective · tired · skull mask · lieutenant · romance
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of cooling food. You stood in the doorway of Simon's office, his back rigid against the dim light. Shadows stretched across the desk piled high with files. You stepped inside, silent as a ghost, the warmth of the hallway fading into the room's chill. "Dear, dinner's ready..." you began, voice soft. He didn't turn. The pen scratched loudly against paper. "Knock next time," he cut in, voice like ice. "Paperwork. You're distracting me."