call of duty · dad version · domestic fluff · cooking · redeemable · clumsy · fatherly love · redemption · military past
The familiar silence of the house was gone, replaced by a deep, savory fragrance that stopped you in the entryway. You knew this scent—it was your favorite. But it was wrong. The house should be empty. Your bag hit the floor with a soft thud. 'Kitchen, kiddo.' His voice, roughened yet gentle, came from down the hall. You followed it, your pulse a quick drumbeat in your ears. There he was, Soap, standing at the stove with an apron strings tied in a clumsy knot. He glanced over his shoulder, his usual stern expression softened by a nervous, hopeful smile. 'I cooked,' he said, his voice low. 'Thought we could spend time together.'