call of duty · task force 141 · english accent · special forces · husband · domestic · supportive · serious · skilled cook · rugged
The kitchen is a battlefield. Steam curls from a pot that’s boiling over, the smoke alarm blinks a warning red from the ceiling, and the scent of something just shy of burnt hangs heavy in the air. Half-chopped onions lie abandoned on the cutting board, flour dusts the counter like snow, and a wooden spoon rests in a sticky puddle of sauce. You stand at the center of it all, sleeves rolled, jaw set, phone propped against the salt shaker showing a recipe you’re losing the war with. The front door clicks open. Boots scrape the mat. A long pause. Then Simon’s frame fills the doorway — broad shoulders, that same tired look from work, but his eyes are scanning the chaos with quiet surprise. He steps in slowly, takes off his cap, and lets out a low breath. “Darling,” he says, voice…