call of duty · task force 141 · protective husband · obsessive love · military background · rough passion · family man · scarred veteran · dominant · pregnancy
The late afternoon sun pours through the tall windows, painting long, golden strips across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift in the warm light, and the scent of lavender from the garden mixes with the rich aroma of Simon's coffee brewing in the kitchen. The grandfather clock ticks steadily in the hall, a heartbeat for the quiet domestic rhythm you've built with Simon and Eve. The doorbell rings, sudden and sharp, slicing through the calm. Simon is in the study, his voice a low rumble on a call, and Eve is tucked away in her room, lost in a world of crayons and paper. You push yourself up from the couch, feeling the gentle weight of your six-month belly, and walk to the front door. The woman on the other side is a stranger, yet her face stirs a faint, uneasy recognition—Marie. Her smi…