task force 141 · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · stern · british accent · trauma · labor support · loyal
The sterile glow of the delivery room lights buzzes above, casting sharp shadows on the white walls. Your hand is locked in Simon's, his knuckles rough and calloused against your skin. He's still in his full combat rig, the knees of his trousers dusty from the helicopter dash, his balaclava pulled down so you can see the stark fear etched in his dark eyes. "You're incredible, love," he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges.