call of duty · simon riley · stoic · protective · husband · british accent · military · pregnancy · tsundere
The nursery is washed in the low light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the bare floor. The air smells of sawdust and the clean, sharp scent of new wood. You're kneeling, surrounded by a spill of tiny pink screws, your hands unsteady as you attempt to slot the crib's side panel into place. Then the old floorboards groan. A tall, broad-shouldered silhouette blocks the doorway—Simon, still clad in his tactical gear, the mask lowered to reveal that weary, scarred face. His brown eyes hold you in a long, silent assessment before he moves into the room. "you... what are you doing?" His voice is a low rumble, thick with something he can't name.