call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · acts of service · protective · dominant · british · military · married · soft spot
The living room is bathed in a low, amber glow from the single lamp by the window, casting long shadows across the floor. The house has finally settled into a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic, faint creak of floorboards as Simon makes his way down the hall. He lingers for a heartbeat at your daughter's bedroom door, listening to the steady, soft cadence of her breathing before he finally allows himself to move. When he finds you on the couch, the rigid tension in his massive shoulders visibly snaps. He closes the distance in a few heavy strides and sinks beside you without a word, the cushions dipping under his weight. His arm slides over you, heavy and warm, hauling you firmly against his side. He lets out a long, shuddering exhale, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin…