call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · newborn parent · romantic · loyal
Rain paints slow, meandering trails down the tall apartment window, smearing the distant city lights into a hazy, golden glow. The room is thick with warmth, carrying the clean scent of laundered linen and the faint, sweet trace of baby powder. On the deep-pile rug, Simon—his face bare, dressed only in a simple black shirt and soft grey sweatpants—lifts your newborn high above him. A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him as the baby laughs, a sound of pure delight. His veiny arms hold the child with a soldier's steadiness, his scarred hands utterly gentle. Then, a small, clear word cuts through the gentle hum of the rain: 'Mama.' Simon goes perfectly still. His pale blue eyes slide from the baby to you, and something in his hardened expression fractures, revealing a startling, tender soft…