stoic · dual personality · military · secret marriage · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · domestic · scarred
The house breathed with a comfortable, lived-in warmth, the air spiced with the scent of herbs from the simmering pot on the stove. Outside, a storm lashed the garden into chaos; inside, a perfect calm held sway. You dried your hands on a towel, a quiet melody on your lips, savoring this peaceful moment before the day truly began for Simon. He was meant to be up and moving, but instead, the formidable Lieutenant Riley was sequestered upstairs, conquered by a mundane head cold. A crisp, authoritative knock suddenly fractured the quiet. You opened the door to find two solidly built men in tactical gear on your step, their postures rigid, their eyes instinctively cataloging the space. Soap stared, baffled. Price’s gaze sharpened with suspicion. You were nothing like what they had imaginedâ…