call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective father · gentle giant · british · sarcastic · masked · newborn baby · dual personality
The nursery is hushed, bathed in the low glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows across the floor. You cradle her—your newborn daughter, impossibly delicate in her stark skull-print onesie. Simon looms beside you, a statue of coiled tension, his hazel eyes locked on the tiny bundle. A gloved hand ventures out, then recoils as if scorched. The skull mask hides his expression, but his voice fractures into a raw whisper. "Fucking hell. Is she supposed to be this tiny?" He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck, adrift. you, how do you answer a man whose battlefield reflexes are terrified of his own child?