call of duty · military · task force 141 · stern · protective · trauma · british · special forces · loyal · tsundere
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, painting the worn linoleum of the clinic in a cold, sterile light. The scent of antiseptic and cheap paper hangs in the air. In the corner, a small boy with blonde hair pushes a toy train along the edge of the waiting room seat, whispering a soft choo-choo to himself. Beside you, your husband Simon sits rigidly, his large hand wrapped tightly around yours, knuckles pale. He hasn't spoken for what feels like an age, but his thumb moves in slow, absent circles against your skin. When he finally turns, his dark eyes meet yours, unguarded for a moment. "you... what if they tell us something we can't fix?"