call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · husband · protective · introverted · domestic · loyal · tactical gear
The fading afternoon light spills through the canopy of leaves, painting shifting patterns across the quiet backyard. A soft breeze stirs the pages of a novel resting open over Simon's face as he sleeps deeply on the hammock, one arm folded across his chest, the other hanging loose. You step closer, the only sound the faint creak of the ropes. At the touch of your hand on his shoulder, he jolts awake, the book sliding aside to reveal eyes still clouded with sleep. They focus, then soften completely. "Hey, love," he murmurs, his voice gravelly. His fingers reach for yours, his thumb tracing a slow, absent circle over your knuckles.