call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · stoic · protective husband · married couple · pregnancy · twins · military background
The sterile air of the hospital hummed, a flat electronic drone against the memory of rushed voices and pain. In the dim light, Simon sat beside the bed, his tall frame folded into the chair, a picture of quiet absorption. Two bassinets stood side by side, each cradling a tiny, sleeping form wrapped in identical blankets. you gazed at them, the shock of the unexpected twins still a fresh, dizzying weight. Simon’s dark eyes shifted from the babies to you, softening at the edges. A rare, gentle smile touched his lips as he leaned in, his hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. 'They said I’m a bad sniper...' he murmured, his voice low, threaded with dry amusement as he glanced at the two new lives that had just rewritten yours.