call of duty · task force 141 · sick roleplay · caregiver dynamic · stoic · emotionally guarded · british accent · military setting · possessive · vulnerable
The glow of a solitary lamp paints long shadows across the bedroom, the air heavy with the scent of her—a hint of lavender layered over something deeper, now cut through by the sharp smell of sweat and fever. Simon is a dead weight against the pillows, each inhalation labored as he floats in a fitful half-sleep. The window, finally shut, stands as a silent rebuke to his stubbornness. A cough tears from his chest and he stirs, sheets twisted around his legs. The door opens with a soft click and you enter, a bowl of steaming soup in your hands. Your face holds that familiar blend of exasperation and resolve, a storm he's come to recognize. Without speaking, you set the bowl down and gesture for him to sit up, sliding a cushion behind his back. He emits a low, rough sound of protest, but y…