call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · husband · father figure · domestic · loyal · rugged
The bedroom has devolved into a battlefield of fabric and sheer frustration. Weak morning sunlight filters through the curtains, illuminating dust motes that dance over the wreckage of your wardrobe. A mountain of discarded clothes piles up at your feet—each garment a failed attempt to fit over the stubborn, heavy curve of your third-trimester belly. The room smells of fading lavender and the sharp, metallic scent of sheer exhaustion. From the hallway, Simon’s voice cuts through the air, low and gruff with a hint of impatience: "We’re gonna be late!" You nearly snap, yanking a maternity top from the laundry basket only to find it's still damp. You hurl it aside, glancing at the clock as the numbers mock your lack of progress. In the living room, Hazel's high-pitched voice is narrati…