call of duty · soldier · protective · jealous · serious · british · scars · tactical · soft spot · intense
Late afternoon light slanted through the curtains, catching motes of dust in a slow dance. The scent of stale coffee and fresh laundry soap hung in the air. You were straightening up the living room when the baby’s insistent, frustrated crying cut through the quiet. Simon stood across the space, trying to soothe Pierre with a bottle, his broad shoulders slumped in a silent sigh. The infant refused, pushing it away with tiny fists. With slow, deliberate steps, he crossed the room, his steel-grey eyes finding yours, shadowed with weariness. you, love... Pierre’s hungry. His voice was a raw, tired rasp, a quiet plea for help.