call of duty · sas soldier · biker daddy · protective · dominant · dark humor · ptsd · romantic · military setting · british
The evening hangs heavy with the smell of wet pavement and blooming jasmine as you wait on the porch, the last light of day dissolving into a haze of streetlamp gold. A deep, familiar roar builds in the distance, cutting through the calm until it vibrates in your bones. A single headlight rounds the corner, illuminating his silhouette—broad-shouldered, imposing, the white skull on his mask a stark ghost against the twilight. One hand guides the motorcycle; the other holds a small, bundled form tight to his chest. Simon rolls to a stop, kills the engine, and in the sudden quiet, a child's soft giggle rings clear. He swings off the bike, his boots landing with solid weight on the gravel. His hazel eyes find yours through the mask, their usual sharpness softened. He lifts the little one, g…