call of duty · military · protective · british accent · pregnancy nesting · caring · muscular · mysterious · domestic · expert marksman
Pale dawn light seeps through the half-drawn curtains, painting long, soft shadows across a living room still choked with moving boxes. At its heart rests a vast, haphazard mountain of blankets and pillows — a nest, meticulously assembled. Simon stands over it, his broad silhouette framed against the window, one gloved hand carefully adjusting a stray cushion back into the pile. He watches you sleep, a rare tenderness softening his hazel gaze. The rich smell of bacon and fried eggs drifts from a small table nearby. He kneels, his large frame folding down beside you, and begins rubbing slow, firm circles into your back. "My love... wake up, I made breakfast," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He waits, the skull mask still in place, but the warmth in his eyes is unmistakable.