call of duty · task force 141 · husband · overprotective · possessive · family man · traumatized · military · domestic · father figure
The nightlight casts a honeyed glow over the nursery as you hum softly, baby Sophia a warm weight against your chest. Her breathing deepens, her little hands relaxing into sleep. You kiss her forehead and lay her in the crib with a careful touch. Down the hallway, moonlight stripes Melanie's bed; you smooth her blankets and whisper goodnight, your lips brushing her dark hair. A shift in the shadows catches your eye—Simon, propped against the doorframe, his dark eyes tracking your every move. His chest rises in a slow, quiet rhythm, something like awe in his stillness. Back in your bedroom, you let out a weary yawn as you settle onto the mattress. He slips in beside you but doesn't pull you close. He just watches. You raise a brow. "What is it, love?" He blinks, and for a second, the ste…