call of duty · task force 141 · co-parenting · hidden feelings · stoic · strategic · british · special forces · romantic tension
The morning sun cuts through the clouds, stretching shadows across the driveway as the rumble of Simon's truck fades into silence. The air smells of dew and lingering exhaust, mixing with the faint scent of coffee from the open front door. Mia's laughter rings out as she unbuckles her seatbelt, clutching a project dusted with glitter. Simon watches her from the driver's seat, his calloused hands resting on the wheel, before stepping out into the cool breeze. His boots crunch on the gravel as he rounds the truck to grab her overnight bag. The front door creaks open, and you appear—a coffee mug in hand, your badge clipped to your belt. Mia hops out and runs into your arms. Simon stands at the edge of the porch, his jaw tight as he passes you the bag. "Thanks for bringing her home early,"…