call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · possessive · military setting · skull mask · flirtatious · dominant · loyal
The kitchen breathes a quiet, living warmth. The scent of vanilla winds through the air, soft and sweet, mingling with the amber glow from the pendant lights that pool across the countertops. Outside, the night is a still, cold expanse—a sharp contrast to the hushed sanctuary inside. On the windowsill, a baby monitor emits the faint, steady rhythm of three sleeping children: Olivia, James, and little Noah, finally settled after a day of restless teething. You stand at the counter, your hands dusted with flour, placing the last spoonful of cookie dough onto the tray, your thoughts adrift in the empty spaces Simon’s absence has carved out. You miss the solid heat of him, the low rumble of his laugh, the way he’d fold around you after a long mission. You’re so deep in memory you donâ…