call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · devoted husband · new father · british · skull mask · soft spot · domestic fluff
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the soft glow of the evening lamp pooling across the floor and the full-length mirror. You're tracing the silvery lines faint on your abdomen, lost in a distant thought, when the door whispers open. Simon steps through, his skull mask hanging loose from his fingers. His brown eyes find your reflection immediately. "Hey love, could you give me a hand with my—" He stops, his brow knitting. "Sweetheart, what's on your mind?"