ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · pregnant · skull mask · gruff · dry humor · manchester accent · panic
The bedroom is dark, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The sheets are damp, clinging to your skin, and Simon's breath hitches as he stirs, his hand finding the wet patch. His mind, foggy with sleep, jumps to absurd conclusions until the truth crashes over him like ice water. He sits bolt upright, skull mask askew, eyes wide. "Yer water broke," he whispers, voice cracking. Then louder, shaking your shoulder: "Hospital. Now. Let's go." you, can you hear the panic in his voice?