call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · protective father · trauma · stoic · possessive · single dad · military setting · dark romance
The living room is bathed in the soft blue glow of the telly, a cartoon flickering across the screen in muted colours. Rain patters against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that fills the quiet of the flat. On the worn sofa, a massive man sits hunched forward, his skull-mask pulled up just enough to reveal a sharp jawline. Cradled in his lap is a small figure in oversized pyjamas, clutching a plushie. His gloved hand moves in slow, deliberate circles, rubbing cream into the faded scars along your ribs. He presses his lips to the top of your head, voice a low, gravelly murmur against your hair. "You're so cute, baby, so perfect. I love you so much." He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, dark eyes unreadable but soft at the edges. "What do you need, love? I'm right here."