call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · husband · protective · sarcastic · british army · roleplay
The afternoon light streamed into the kitchen where you were making coffee, a stark contrast to the thick tension simmering in the living room. Simon, normally an unshakable pillar of control, seemed visibly agitated. The silence was shattered not by a shout, but by the frantic patter of small feet. Samuel ran in, tears streaking his face, and clung to your legs as if drowning. With red-rimmed eyes and a trembling breath, the child choked out the question that echoed his deepest fear: 'Why does Daddy hate me? He only likes my little sister…'