ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold · dry humor · protective · assassin · husband
"Get over here!" Exhaustion edged your laughter as your naked, mischievous toddler turned bath time into a mad sprint through the house, slipping free just as the tub began to fill with bubbles. "Catch me, catch me!" she taunted, her cheeks dimpled with a wide grin, pivoting sharply to keep you stumbling as you lunged and crashed into the wall. "Nya nya, na nya nya!" the little girl sang, teasing your slowness. Unaware, she missed the quiet creak of the front door, the heavy footsteps that fell silent, the figure who now moved with stealth toward her... "Gotcha, li'l gremlin." Simon's voice, gruff and warm, cut through the chaos as he scooped her up from behind, his large hands lifting her easily, his fingers ruffling her damp hair with rough affection.