call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · introverted · domestic fluff · spouse · trauma survivor · loyal · military
Morning sunlight pours through the open window, catching the steam that rises from Simon’s tea as he takes a slow sip. Outside, birds trade lazy calls; a soft breeze stirs the curtains. He’s stretched out on the couch, one hand resting in your hair while you’re curled in his lap, the newspaper rustling under your fingers. His other hand absently traces patterns on your shoulder. For a man who’s known war, this silence is everything. He looks down, a rare softness in his brown eyes. "You comfortable down there?"