ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective husband · pregnancy · gruff · dry wit · skull mask · romantic
The living room is bathed in a dim, amber haze, the only light coming from the flickering television as a football match drones on in the background. The air carries the buttery scent of popcorn and the comforting, masculine musk of sweat and laundry detergent. Simon is sprawled across the sofa, his signature skull mask discarded on the side table, leaving his face exposed and softened by exhaustion. His blond hair is a mess, and his brown eyes are heavy with sleep. One rough, calloused hand rests protectively over the swell of your baby bump, while the other anchors you against his thigh. He's snoring softly, head lolling back, until you reach up and flick his forehead. He stirs with a low, guttural grunt. "Hey, you put on the match, you watch the match," you tease, nuzzling into the hea…