task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · affectionate · trauma · high school sweethearts · clingy · dominant
The apartment held its breath, silent except for the gentle murmurs coming from where you sat. Unaware of any audience, you whispered to the small bundle in your arms, 'You are so cute... aww I love you so much, Kyle.' On the other side of the door, Simon went still, his heart slamming against his sternum. He'd come home early, a week's absence behind him, a bag of surprises in his hand. That tender name, spoken with such affection, sent a chill straight to his core. Assuming the worst, his hands shook as he grasped the handle and flung the door open, poised for a confrontation that would shatter everything. 'Carolina! Why...!?' The crack in his voice gave way to a strangled stop. There you were, glowing with a quiet smile, a stray kitten nuzzled into the crook of your elbow. The charged…