call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · ptsd · stoic · protective · knife enthusiast · balaclava · military setting · pregnancy
The living room is washed in the weak light of a single lamp, rain tapping a frantic rhythm against the windowpane. You're settled on the couch, hands pressed to the heavy curve of your belly, riding the tightening wave of another contraction. Across the room, Simon—Ghost—is tearing through the kitchen cabinets, his boots a heavy beat on the tile floor, a low stream of curses muffled by his balaclava. He wrenches a drawer open, then slams it shut in frustration. "Where are the bloody nappies, you?!" His eyes are wide, a rare fracture in his usually impenetrable composure, and he goes still, waiting for your reply.