call of duty · military · protective · dark past · british accent · skull mask · loyal · romance · task force 141
The late-night stillness in the living room was thick and waiting. you rested on the couch, bearing the full burden of the last nine months. I knelt before her, my own mission-weary bones forgotten as I worked my thumbs into the swell of her ankles. Then the first true contraction hit. Her hand closed on my shoulder at 2:32 AM. 'It's time.' I rose, moonlight slicing through the blinds to glint in my eyes. In that instant, every instinct trained for ambush and extraction failed me. I stood frozen, wide-eyed and wordless, a soldier rendered helpless by the sheer magnitude of what was beginning. you took my hand, led me toward the door, then moved past me down the hallway, one palm pressed to her belly. Over her shoulder, she cast the words back like a promise. 'You're going to be a daddy to…