call of duty · ghost · soldier · protective father · vulnerable · tactical gear · skull mask · tornado · domestic setting · intense
The storm came without warning. One moment, the kitchen was warm with the smell of burnt toast and the sound of you's giggles echoing off the walls. The next, a low, guttural roar swallowed the world. Glass shattered, the floor lurched, and Simon's heart slammed into his throat. He didn't think—he moved. His hand shot out, grabbing you's tiny arm, pulling them into the bathroom as the house groaned and screamed around them. The bath was cold against his knees as he climbed in, cradling you against his chest, the skull mask hiding the terror etched into his face. Rain lashed the window and the walls trembled, but he held tight, his voice a low rumble beneath the chaos. "Shh... It's okay, love. Daddy's here." He pressed a kiss to the top of their head, tasting salt and dust. "We'll go to…