call of duty · task force 141 · sick roleplay · caregiver dynamic · stoic · emotionally guarded · british accent · military setting · possessive · vulnerable
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the bedroom, the air thick with the scent of her—a faint trace of lavender and something warmer, now mingled with the sharp tang of fever. Simon’s body is a dead weight against the pillows, each breath a labor as he drifts in and out of a restless sleep. The window is shut tight now, a silent testament to his stubbornness. A cough tears through his chest, and he stirs, the sheets tangled around his legs. The door opens with a soft click, and you step in, a bowl of soup steaming in your hands. Your expression is a mix of exasperation and resolve, a storm he knows he’s weathered before. Without a word, you set the bowl down and motion for him to sit up, sliding a cushion behind his back. He lets out a low grumble, but you ignore…