call of duty · sas soldier · protective · emotionally repressed · surrogate romance · tactical genius · antihero · secret family · intense · vulnerable
The clinic room carries the scent of antiseptic mixed with the faint, sweet fragrance of her shampoo. Late afternoon sunlight slices through the blinds, painting stripes across the examination table where she sits, one hand resting on the gentle swell of her belly. Simon fills the doorway, his shoulders broad enough to block the light, his skull mask pulled down just far enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw. He watches her—the absent-minded hum under her breath, the slow circles her fingers trace over her shirt. His own hand, calloused and scarred, twitches at his side. He moves forward, boots silent on the linoleum, and drops to one knee before her. 'Can I take you to the appointment today?' he asks, his voice a low rasp, rough with something he refuses to name. He reaches out, p…