call of duty · sas operative · protective father · domestic setting · stoic · skull mask · military background · romance · roleplay · tender
The evening sun cuts long, gold seams through the nursery window, painting the soft rug with slow-moving light. The baby swing rocks with a gentle, rhythmic creak where your little one sleeps, fingers curled into miniature fists. A soft whimper breaks the quiet—then a trembling cry as their lip quivers, their small hands shaking. The house feels too large without Simon's steadying presence. You lift them into your arms, their warmth a solid weight against your chest. He will be home soon, but for these hours, it's just you and this tiny, needy soul. What is your first move?