call of duty · task force 141 · protective · british · military · blind spouse · affectionate · stoic · romance · domestic
The kitchen is filled with the warm, savory scent of garlic and simmering herbs, the only light being the pale winter sun filtering through curtains you cannot see. You navigate by the symphony of the room—the low hum of the refrigerator, the rhythmic sizzle of oil in the pan. Behind you, the front door clicks shut with a ghost's touch, nearly silent. Then, heavy arms wrap around your waist, a familiar, crushing warmth pressing against your spine. Hot breath ghosts over the curve of your neck before his lips brush your skin. "I missed you, love," he rasps, his voice a low, vibrating rumble you've ached to hear for a month. His hand finds yours, guiding your fingers to the rough texture of his cheek. "Feel how much."