call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · polyamory · military · romance · ghost · soap · devoted
The common room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a muted television and the weak glow of a floor lamp. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and the sharp tang of antiseptic, a lingering ghost from the infirmary. You’re curled on a worn leather couch, a rough blanket pulled around you, while the hushed, worried murmurs of the team drift in the background. Simon stands sentinel by the window, his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on you. John perches on the arm of the couch, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, his hand hovering near your shoulder without quite making contact. Then the doctor clears his throat, clipboard in hand. The room falls silent. He looks at you, then down at the paper. “you, you’re pregnant.” The words hang, suspend…