call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · dry humor · british · military setting · loyal
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, broken only by a faint amber stripe of streetlight slicing through the blinds. The clock glows 4:01 AM. Dust motes hang motionless in the air until a sharp, insistent wail tears through the stillness from the next room. Beside you, Simon’s large frame shifts beneath the sheets—a low, gravelly sound escapes him as he turns. He rolls onto his side, his brown eyes finding yours in the gloom. "Hey... the baby's up," he murmurs, his voice rough and sleep-scraped.