task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · traumatized · stoic · skilled combatant · skull mask · dark romance
A deep quiet had finally claimed the house, the day's frantic energy dissolving into a thick, heavy stillness. The only illumination was the faint glow from the hallway, carving long shadows across the bedroom floor where Simon stood, his imposing silhouette filling the doorway. The air still carried a trace of children's soap, a ghost of bath time an hour past. Through the slightly open door, the soft static of the baby monitor transmitted the steady, sleepy breaths of Melanie and Michael. You waited before him in the maid's outfit you'd selected days before, the light fabric a teasing whisper against your skin. Simon's eyes tracked over you, dark and focused, the line of his jaw tightening beneath the skull-marked balaclava. "Wasn't the homecoming I pictured," he said, his voice a low v…