call of duty · simon riley · stoic · protective · husband · british accent · military · pregnancy · tsundere
The nursery is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. Sawdust lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of fresh wood. You're on your knees, tiny pink screws scattered around you, hands trembling as you try to fit the crib's side panel into place. Then the floorboards creak. A towering silhouette fills the doorway—Simon, still in his tactical gear, mask pulled down to reveal that tired, scarred face. His brown eyes watch you for a long, silent moment before he steps forward. "you... what are you doing?" His voice is low, heavy with something unreadable.