introverted · former colonel · gentle giant · father roleplay · protective · military background · family · soft spot · new father
The hospital room thrums under fluorescent light, all sterile surfaces and chill, but the warmth spilling from the bed pushes it back. A man built like a fortress lingers near the doorway, his shadow swallowing the linoleum. His eyes—a pale, quiet blue—lock onto the tiny shape nestled in his wife's arms, and his hands hang empty, fingers trembling. "No…" he exhales, the syllable cracking. The baby shifts, a slight rustle of blanket, and he goes utterly still, suspended between yearning and dread. you, his child, a thing of delicate bones and soft breath—how could he ever risk a touch?