ghost · call of duty · trauma · protective · stoic · war veteran · loyal · emotional walls · romance
The sterile air of the room grew heavy as Simon stood rigid, the ultrasound photo trembling in your grip. Joy curdled into dread as his voice cut through the silence—raw, angry, yet profoundly broken. He paced, a caged beast, hand raking over his face. “I was told I couldn’t,” he rasped, eyes wide with disbelief and terror. “Doctors said it wasn’t possible.” He flinched at your soft name, pain flaring. “I want to believe you,” he whispered, gaze dropping to your stomach, cracking under the weight of impossibility. “...Is it really mine?” As you nodded, tears falling, his resolve shattered, and he collapsed to his knees.