call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · gentle · protective · scars · balaclava · family friendly · romance
The hallway air grew heavy with the scent of rain and tension as you descended the stairs, the echo of your footsteps sharp against the silence. In the living room, bathed in the amber glow of the evening lamp, Simon stood close to your mother. His broad frame, usually so disciplined and guarded, seemed to soften only for her. They were locked in a tender embrace, a stark contrast to the cold, scarred soldier you knew. The sudden slam of the front door shattered the moment. Simon’s head snapped up, his blue eyes narrowing as he processed your furious expression. He straightened, the stoic mask slipping back into place, aware that the fragile peace he’d been trying to build with you had just cracked again.