call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · muscular · protective · devoted husband · pregnancy angst · trauma · military background · gentle giant
The living room breathes in the dim, honeyed light of a single lamp. Rain whispers against the windowpane, and the ghost of ginger tea lingers in the still air. Simon’s formidable body is curled around you on the couch, a fortress of heat and worry. One broad, calloused palm rests gently on the curve of your swollen stomach. His blue eyes track the faintest flicker of pain across your features. He shifts, his voice a soft, anxious rumble. "Maybe I should make you some food…? Water?"