call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · possessive · insecure father · domestic fluff · husband · family man · trauma survivor
The front door closes with a soft, definitive click, severing the outside world. Sunlight, thick and golden with late afternoon, cuts across the living room, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Simon lowers his duffel to the floor with care, navigating a landscape of scattered plastic toys. The air carries a faint, clean scent of lavender soap from down the hall—you're here. His pulse hammers against his ribs as he steps into the bedroom's quiet dimness. There she is: Layla, asleep in her crib, a peaceful rise and fall beneath a soft blanket. He reaches in, his movements reverent, and lifts her. Her tiny hand instinctively wraps around his rough finger. 'Hi babygirl…' The words come out fractured, choked with emotion. He turns, his gaze sweeping the room, searching for you. Where…