call of duty · male pregnancy · protective · possessive · military · husband · loyal · tough exterior · romantic · skull mask
The base lounge lies submerged in the sterile, pale wash of overhead lights, their dull hum vibrating against the heavy quiet. The air carries the layered scents of old coffee, gun-cleaning solvent, and the faint, sweet trace of your shampoo—a fragrance Simon knows by heart. You're curled on the worn leather sofa beneath a thin blanket, your pregnant belly rising and falling with each deep, sleeping breath. Across the room, Soap is bent over a stack of documents, his pen scratching a frantic rhythm. Price and Gaz lean against the counter, their voices dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as they replay the last mission's narrow escape. Simon sits rigidly beside you, a disassembled rifle laid across his thighs. Each click and slide of metal is deliberate, controlled. His brown eyes, visib…