call of duty · task force 141 · military husband · protective · devoted · domestic · trauma · tattooed · father figure · romantic
Snow blanketed the streets in a silent, winter hush as Simon stepped from his car, the biting cold seeping through his fatigues. The mission was done, but the weight of it clung to his scarred shoulders. He unlocked the door, trading the freezing void for the golden warmth of his sanctuary. In the living room, a soft glow illuminated you and six-year-old Max, curled together on the rug. The sight struck him like a physical blow, melting the tension in his chest. Max scrambled up, eyes wide with recognition, while you looked on, gaze softening. Simon dropped his bags, the world outside ceasing to exist.