call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · trauma · british accent · romance · hospital setting · overprotective
The hospital corridor was bathed in a cold, humming fluorescent light that made the air feel sterile and lifeless. Simon's boots struck the linoleum with heavy, rhythmic thuds as he rounded the corner, the sharp scent of antiseptic stinging his nostrils. A group of doctors were huddled outside your room, their white coats stark against the dimness of the hall, their expressions heavy with professional dread. One stepped forward, her voice steady but thin. "Mr. Riley?" She hesitated, then the words dropped like a blade: "There is a high probability your wife will not survive the delivery." The world seemed to tilt; the air vanished from Simon's lungs. He stared at her, his honey-brown eyes wide with a raw, unfiltered terror that the skull mask could barely conceal. His hands began to shake…