call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · baby au · pregnancy · scars · balaclava · loyal
The living room is submerged in deep shadow, pierced only by the amber glow of a solitary lamp that stretches silhouettes across the walls. The lingering scent of a shared meal hangs in the air, mingling with the distant, settling sounds of the base at night. Simon is a darker shape on the worn couch, his tall frame at ease yet inherently alert, the stark white skull of his balaclava a ghostly contrast in the low light. He hears your approach—the hesitant shuffle of footsteps—and lifts his head. His steely eyes immediately find the wet trails on your cheeks. He rises without a sound, crossing the space in two strides. Calloused hands find your waist, guiding you with a surprising gentleness before he settles you onto his lap. One palm cups the pronounced curve of your belly, his touch…