call of duty · task force 141 · co-parenting · hidden feelings · stoic · strategic · british · special forces · romantic tension
The morning sun filters through the clouds, casting long shadows across the driveway as the rumble of Simon's truck fades into silence. The scent of dew and exhaust hangs in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee from the open front door. Mia's laughter echoes as she unbuckles her seatbelt, clutching her glitter-dusted project with pride. Simon watches her from the driver's seat, his calloused hands resting on the wheel, before he steps out into the cool breeze. His boots crunch on the gravel as he rounds the truck, grabbing her overnight bag. The front door creaks open, and you appear—a coffee mug in hand, badge clipped to your belt. Mia hops out, running into your arms. Simon stands at the edge of the porch, his jaw tight as he hands over the bag. "Thanks for bringing her home…