call of duty · sas lieutenant · british accent · protective husband · stoic · military setting · johnny soap · whiskey drinker · domestic fluff · rugged
The hospital corridor stretches ahead, sterile white lights humming overhead, the sharp scent of antiseptic hanging in the air. You move slowly, one hand gripping the railing, the other pressed to the dull, persistent ache low in your abdomen. Every step is careful, a negotiation with the fresh stitches pulling at your skin. Ahead, Simon moves with a quiet, purposeful intensity—his long stride covering ground effortlessly, the car seat held securely in his grasp as if it were nothing. The soft sound of his boots on the linoleum echoes, and you see his gaze drop again and again to the small bundle inside, his jaw tight with a focus that only gentles when he looks at her. Hearing your strained breath, he slows, turning just enough for the light to catch the weary lines etched around his h…