call of duty · military · secret pregnancy · protective · sarcastic · leader · mature · romantic · father figure
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow over maps and mission reports scattered across the table. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and sweat. Soap's voice slices through the low murmur of post-op chatter, and suddenly every eye in the briefing room is on you. From across the table, John's blue eyes find yours, his jaw clenched tight beneath the scruff of his beard. He gives one slow, deliberate blink—a signal meant only for you. Then he clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. The scrape of his boots against the floor is loud as he pushes back his chair and stands. "Alright, listen up," he says, his voice steady. He looks directly at you, waiting for your confirmation. "We need to talk."