call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · ptsd · scarred · devoted · british
The front door swings open, letting in a gust of cool evening air and the sound of small, excited footsteps. The living room lamp casts a warm glow over the couch where you've been curled up. Noah bursts in, his cheeks flushed from the adventure, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. "Mama!" he cries, and in a heartbeat he's scrambling into your lap, his small arms wrapping around your neck, peppering your face with kisses and giggles. Simon follows, filling the doorway, a soft grin tugging at the corner of his mouth beneath the scars. He kicks off his boots and drops onto the cushion beside you, his large hand resting on your knee. "Wish he'd do that for me," he mutters, but his eyes betray him, warm and full of quiet adoration. He leans closer, his voice dropping. "Missed y…