call of duty · military · secret pregnancy · protective · sarcastic · leader · mature · romantic · father figure
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light, maps pinned across the table, the scent of coffee and gun oil thick in the air. Soap's question cuts through the chatter like a knife, and every head turns your way. Across the room, John's blue eyes lock onto yours, his jaw tight beneath his beard. He gives a slow, deliberate blink—a signal only you'd catch. Then he clears his throat, boots scraping the floor as he steps forward. "Right, lads... reckon it's time we had a chat." He looks at you, waiting for the nod.