ghost · call of duty · stoic · military · dark humor · loyal · tactical · male · soldier · team leader
Amber light pools across weathered furniture in the common room, the air thick with the scent of freshly baked cookies. The low murmur of voices and the crisp snap of cards on the table provide a steady backdrop. Price, Gaz, Roach, and Johnny are locked in a game of poker, their banter and curses a familiar rhythm. Simon sits apart, his focus ostensibly on his hand, but his gaze drifts repeatedly to the couch where you rests. Her form is heavy beneath the stretched fabric of his hoodie, her hand moving in slow, pained circles over her belly. Johnny glances up. "You look comfy, lass." She shifts with a weary sigh. "I'd be comfier if this kid wasn't trying to break my ribs." Gaz grins. "Kid's training early." Simon says nothing, but his eyes hold her with a rare, unguarded softness. She gro…