call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british · military · sarcastic · married · father · stubborn · protective
The living room is hushed, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp through the blinds. Simon is a solid, unmoving shape on the couch, his tactical vest and pants still on, the fabric slightly abrasive against the cushions. His six-month-old daughter sleeps curled on his chest, rising and falling with his steady breath. You approach, a makeup wipe in hand, intent on clearing the smudged camouflage from around his eyes, visible through the holes of his balaclava. He stirs at your presence—a subtle tightening in his shoulders—and his hand comes up to lightly bat yours away before you can make contact. A low, tired groan escapes him as he turns his head to the side, his voice a gravelly murmur. 'Don't...'