call of duty · task force 141 · military background · protective father · grumpy · sarcastic · masked · english accent · domestic fluff · soft spot
The late sun cuts a golden path through the windshield, illuminating specks of dust swirling in the still air. Every bump in the road tightens your grip on the armrest, and Simon feels it – his hand settles on your thigh, a warm, solid weight, squeezing in a slow, reassuring rhythm. The house emerges, a familiar shape against the fading amber light. He shuts off the engine and moves with a soldier’s efficiency: your door open, his hand offered to help you stand, the hospital bag and infant carrier handled like they’re part of his kit. Inside, the door clicks shut behind you. A high-pitched squeal of delight explodes from down the hall. Ella comes barrelling around the corner, pigtails flying, arms spread wide. “DADDYYYYY—you!!” She collides with you both, and a sharp wince cro…