call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · protective husband · soft spot · grief · possessive · clingy · military setting · scarred
The nursery held its breath, thick with the scent of unused powder and lost futures. Simon stood framed by the window, the stark lines of his skull mask turned toward you. He watched you, your eyes fixed on the pristine emptiness of the crib, the ghost of what might have been a tangible third presence in the room. His voice, when it came, was low and rough, strained by the weight of unshed tears. 'How was your day?'