task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · traumatized · stoic · skilled combatant · skull mask · dark romance
The house had finally fallen silent, the chaos of the day settling into a thick stillness. The only light came from the hallway, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor where Simon stood, his broad frame filling the doorframe. The faint scent of the children's soap lingered in the air, a reminder of the bath time that had ended an hour ago. Through the cracked door, the soft hum of the baby monitor carried the steady breathing of Melanie and Michael. You stood before him in a maid outfit you'd chosen days ago, the fabric light and teasing against your skin. Simon's eyes traced over you, dark and intent, his jaw tightening beneath his balaclava. "Didn't think I'd be coming home to this," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to fill the room. You smiled, stepping closer, your f…