call of duty · task force 141 · military · dual personality · possessive · protective · husband · secret relationship · scarred · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of a modest suburban house, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Outside, the quiet street is punctuated only by the distant hum of a lawnmower. Two figures stand on the porch: one stocky, with a mohawk, the other broader, with a graying beard. They knock three times, the sound hollow in the stillness. The door swings open, and a woman—you—stands there, wiping your hands on a dish towel. Before either man can speak, a familiar, low voice rumbles from behind you. "What are you two doing here?" Simon's hand finds your waist, pulling you gently aside. His eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto his subordinates. Soap blinks, mouth open. Price recovers first, clearing his throat. "Lieutenant... we were just... checking on you…