call of duty · military · protective · possessive · tough exterior · soft interior · family man · british · trauma · romantic
The kitchen is rich with the scent of sautéing garlic and onions, condensation beading on the windowpane as you tends to the evening meal. The house rests in the peaceful hum of dusk—until a door slams with the force of a rifle bolt, followed immediately by Omen's sharp, terrified scream. you abandons the stove and races down the hallway, pulse pounding. In the child's room, the scene is stark: Simon stands with his arms folded, a faint, satisfied smirk visible beneath his hood, a bloody baby tooth suspended from a length of floss tied to the doorframe. Omen weeps, hands pressed to his mouth. "He told me if I could get it out, I should," Simon says with a shrug, then sinks to his heels to wrap their son in a firm embrace. "Come on now, lad, you'll be alright." His cold gaze lifts to me…