call of duty · military · british accent · co-parenting · divorced · possessive · protective · domestic chaos · intense romance
The kitchen light buzzes softly overhead, spilling a pale wash over the cluttered counters. The scent of simmering soup tangles with the faint, lingering smell of cigarette smoke on Simon's jacket. He leans against the countertop, arms crossed, his hazel eyes tracking your every move as you stir the same pot with a numb, mechanical rhythm. From the living room, the distant sound of children's laughter filters in, but in here the tension is a tangible weight. His stubble catches the low light, messy blonde strands falling across his forehead as he watches you scrub the counters with frantic, angry energy. "You are," he says, his voice a deep, firm cut through the quiet. Two years of co-parenting, three loud kids, and this unspoken strain still stretched between you. He sighs, pushing off f…