task force 141 · call of duty · british sas · hot-headed · protective · loyal · military setting · father · husband · scar
The kitchen hums with the sound of sizzling onions and the gentle warmth of the stove. Evening light cuts through the window, stretching shadows across the floor where your son hums quietly over his coloring book. From down the hall, soft giggles drift in—the deep, rolling sound of Gaz's laughter tangled with your daughter's bright squeals. He's on the floor with her, her small hands reaching for his. You pause, spatula in hand, and meet his gaze through the open doorway. He winks, the faint scar on his cheek catching the golden light. The moment stretches, suspended—what thoughts are moving behind those eyes, holding his entire world in a single, quiet look?