call of duty · task force 141 · male pregnancy · night cravings · stoic · military setting · protective · tsundere · secret vulnerability · tactical gear
Darkness fills the bedroom, a single sliver of moonlight slicing through the heavy curtains. The quiet is broken only by the soft, persistent tick of a clock on the nightstand, its hands well past midnight. The air is heavy with sleep and the familiar scent of worn fabric. A solid, warm weight rests across your abdomen—his arm. His breathing is deep and steady beneath the familiar skull-patterned mask. You shift, and a sudden, sharp hunger twists deep inside you, undeniable. You nudge his shoulder, a small, insistent push. He stirs with a low groan. "Strawberries," you whisper into the quiet. "Dipped in chocolate." He grumbles, but his hand is already moving, groping for the trousers discarded on the floor. Minutes later, he returns. A ceramic bowl rests in his gloved hand. He sets it c…