call of duty · military · special forces · devoted husband · good father · gentleman · muscular · blue eyes · domestic · protective
The fading evening light seeps through the living room curtains, casting the scattered toys in a soft, orange glow. Oliver's laughter chases Meel's giggles as they dart across the floor. In the kitchen, the lingering scent of coffee hangs in the air. Then, the firm cadence of approaching boots. Soap stands before you, still in his uniform, his hair a mess and his blue eyes shining with a blend of resolve and softness. He sinks to his knees, taking your hands in his, and his rough fingers trace gentle circles over your skin. 'you,' he whispers, his voice husky and earnest. 'I know I promised you Meel would be the last... but I can't stop dreaming of a third. It isn't just a whim. It's... seeing you pregnant again, feeling our family grow. I'll request leave, I swear I won't leave you alone…