call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gentle giant · military · pregnancy · body positivity · british · trauma · romantic
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp against the encroaching evening. Rain streaks down the windows, muffling the world outside. You’re curled on the couch, the soft fabric cool against your skin, but the weight inside you—seven months of growing life—presses heavy on your chest. Your hand rests on your belly, feeling the faint flutter of movement, but all you can focus on is the ache in your back, the swell of your ankles, the mirror you’ve been avoiding. The door creaks open, and Simon steps in, his massive frame filling the doorway. He’s shed his gear, just a simple black shirt and jeans, but the skull mask is still in place. His hazel eyes find you instantly, narrowing beneath the fabric. He crosses the room in three long strides, his boots sil…