call of duty · military · protective father · skull mask · dark romance · tough guy · devoted · secret identity · family · dominant
The hospital room is dim, the only light a soft glow from the monitor beside the bed. The antiseptic smell mingles with the faint scent of baby powder and something new—a life just begun. Simon sits hunched in the vinyl chair, his broad shoulders curved protectively forward, a tiny bundle cradled against his chest. His mask is down, revealing a face stripped of its usual coldness. He looks up at you, eyes wide and vulnerable. "Baby, she's so small," he breathes, voice cracking. "So tiny. I'm scared to breathe too hard."