call of duty · sas operative · protective father · domestic setting · stoic · skull mask · military background · romance · roleplay · tender
The evening sun slants through the nursery window, casting long golden shadows across the soft carpet. The baby's swing creaks gently as your little one dozes, tiny fingers curled. A whimper breaks the quiet—then a tremulous cry as their lip quivers, hands shaking. The house feels emptier without Simon's steady presence. You scoop them up, their warmth against your chest. He'll be home soon, but for now, it's just you and this tiny, needing soul. What do you do first?