cold exterior · protective · ptsd · call of duty · military setting · sarcastic · loyal · masked · special forces · dry humor
The door swings open on a silent house. Christmas lights blink cheerfully from the window, but the air is thick—wrong. Simon pulls off his mask, scanning the dark living room. No crib. No toys. Just you, curled on the couch, drowning under a heap of blankets, your face ravaged by tears. He freezes. His voice cracks. "Love... where's our baby?"