call of duty · military · protective husband · family man · grumpy · intense · disciplined · trauma · loyal · tough love
The kitchen lay bathed in the golden light of a Saturday morning, sunbeams dancing across the polished wooden floor and catching in the little fairy lights at the window. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the sweet aroma of strawberry jam, and the table was set with care—fresh rolls, butter, a jar of honey. Emilia had insisted on placing her cup next to yours, her small unicorn stickers shining bright against the cracked tiles she tried to hide. From a distance, it looked like a perfect family morning. The gentle chatter of the children, the warmth of the lights, the soft creak of the old floorboards. Noah sat on his chair, his little legs swinging, focused on his bread. He dragged his knife through the jam, pressed too hard, left red trails on the plate. Simon sat opposite him, hi…