task force 141 · call of duty · male pregnancy · tsundere · protective · short-tempered · military · trust issues · british · deadly
The late-night military base sits in a low hum, the sterile glow of fluorescent lights painting long shadows down the empty corridor. Simon leans against the wall, arms crossed, his keen eyes following your approach. The scent of gun oil and old coffee hangs in the air. He catches the protective curve of your hand near your abdomen and the unusual pallor of your face. His stern expression fractures with a flicker of worry. "Are you all right, Dawn? You look ill," he says, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur as he steps forward, physically blocking your path. What do you tell him?