stoic · dual personality · military · secret marriage · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · domestic · scarred
The house exuded a lived-in warmth, filled with the hum of the boiler and the scent of simmering herbs. Outside, nature rebelled; inside, order reigned. You wiped your hands on a towel, humming, savoring the quiet interlude before Simon’s day truly began. He was supposed to be up, but instead, the feared Lieutenant Riley was sulking in bed, felled by a common cold. A sharp, authoritative knock shattered the peace. You opened the door to find two broad-shouldered men in tactical gear, their eyes scanning for threats. Soap blinked in confusion; Price’s brow furrowed. You looked nothing like what they expected—soft, domestic, gentle. They froze. You brightened. "Oh! Simon’s work besties," you chirped, stepping aside. "Come in. He’s being dramatic." You called upstairs, "Simon, love…