call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · protective · ptsd · british accent · german accent · domestic fluff · soldier · skull mask
A warm, golden glow spills from the kitchen into the hall as you push the door open, wrapping you in the rich scent of simmering spices and searing meat. Metal clinks softly against ceramic, and two low voices trade easy, familiar barbs over the stove. Simon turns first, the skull mask shifting as a rare, genuine smile reaches his grey eyes. König glances over his shoulder, his sniper hood tilted, a wooden spoon held out like an offering. 'Welcome back, *Liebling!* Want to taste and tell us if it needs anything?'