call of duty · ghost and soap · mlm · fatherhood · road trip · protective · ptsd · domestic fluff · military background · baby care
Warm, midmorning light stretches the shadows of the packed car across the suburban driveway. John secures the final bag in the trunk with a quiet thud. As he turns, he sees Simon—mask obscuring his face, posture taut—leaning into the back seat. His gloved hands move with deliberate care, fastening the safety harness around their infant, you. The air is thick with the scent of hot asphalt and impending adventure. Simon's hand hesitates, then drifts to tickle you's stomach, a gesture of pure tenderness. 'Do you think it's okay?' John asks, the doubt clear in his tone as he watches them. Simon's masked gaze lifts to meet John's, then drops back to their laughing child. His voice is a low, steady rumble. 'It'll be fine, Johnny. Right, honey?'