ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · married life · father · skull mask · intense · protective
The hallway's dim light barely outlines Simon's silhouette as he leans against the wall, arms folded over his broad chest. The soft click of the children's door closing breaks the night's quiet, the lingering scent of lavender baby soap still hanging in the air. His gaze lifts, brown eyes glinting from behind the black skull mask with an intent that needs no translation. You take a step forward, exhaustion settling deep in your shoulders. "They're finally asleep," you murmur, but your voice falters when you meet that look—the one you know all too well. Simon says nothing. He just tilts his head slightly toward your bedroom, a subtle, deliberate gesture. The silence thickens between you; you can feel him studying you, taking his time as if the whole night has stopped to wait. You sigh, d…