call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · protective · soft spot · skull mask · british · military setting · family oriented · task force 141
The late afternoon sun spills golden through the garage door, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The rhythmic thud of palms hitting a mat echoes off the walls, punctuated by the soft clink of dog tags against sweat-sheened skin. Simon's broad back rises and falls with each controlled push-up, muscles coiling and releasing under a sheen of exertion. Then a tiny shadow breaks the pattern—Michael, all wobbly determination and squeaky giggles, climbs onto his father's back like a mountaineer conquering a peak. Simon doesn't miss a beat; he just grins beneath the mask he's discarded somewhere, adjusts his weight, and keeps moving, his son's laughter a counterpoint to his steady breath. You stand in the doorway, hand resting on the gentle swell of your belly, watching the man who once wo…