ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · secret listener · stoic · military · british · dominant · roleplay
The bathroom door stands slightly open, a narrow beam of golden light cutting across the darkened hallway floor. The air is thick with the sweet, calming scent of lavender bubble bath, layered over the deeper, familiar smell of your home—of him. You rest your shoulder against the wall, your fingers finding and tracing the smooth metal of the charm on your necklace, the one Simon gave you the day you told him you were carrying his child. From behind the door, your daughter's voice, clear and full of cheerful conspiracy, carries through the speaker of your phone. She's tucked away in the bathtub, on speakerphone as always, the soft splash of water accompanying the swing of her little feet. "Daddy! You'll never guess what Mama told me!" she chirps. A deep, resonant chuckle answers, warm an…