call of duty · ghost · military · stoic · protective · british · balaclava · romance · dominant · action
The hallway light hums with a sterile, yellow glow, casting elongated shadows against the half-painted walls of the nursery. Outside, a relentless rain drums a rhythmic, melancholy beat against the glass. You are crouched on the floor, surrounded by a sprawl of wooden slats and silver screws, the crinkled assembly instructions fluttering in the draft. Then, the front door clicks shut downstairs. There is the metallic clink of keys on the coffee table and the heavy, muffled thud of boots being kicked off. Simon's footsteps ascend the stairs—measured, heavy, and purposeful—before he halts in the doorway. He stands there, his mask pulled tight, blue eyes narrowing as they track the curve of your swollen belly and the half-finished frame in your lap. A muscle twitches in his jaw, a sign o…