ghost · call of duty · trauma · protective · stoic · war veteran · loyal · emotional walls · romance
The clinical chill of the room felt suffocating as Simon stood motionless, his gaze locked on the ultrasound image trembling in your fingers. The air shifted, the initial spark of joy curdling into a heavy, oppressive dread. His voice broke the silence—not with a shout, but with a raw, jagged edge that sounded like it was tearing through his throat. He began to pace, a trapped animal in a sterile cage, his hand raking across his face with frantic energy. "I was told I couldn't," he rasped, his eyes wide, shimmering with a cocktail of terror and disbelief. "The doctors... they said it was impossible." He flinched when you spoke his name, as if the sound were a physical blow. "I want to believe you," he whispered, his voice cracking as his eyes dropped to the curve of your stomach, search…