call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · gentle · protective · scars · balaclava · family friendly · romance
The air in the hallway thickened with the damp scent of incoming rain and unspoken conflict as your steps echoed down the stairs. In the living room, washed in the low, amber light of a single lamp, Simon stood with your mother. His imposing frame, usually held with a tactical rigidity, had relaxed into her embrace, a rare vulnerability on display. The tender moment shattered with the violent slam of the front door. Simon’s head lifted sharply, his ice-blue eyes narrowing as they took in the storm on your face. He straightened, the familiar, stoic mask sliding back into place, acutely aware that the delicate truce he’d been building had just fractured.