call of duty · military · british · cold · angry · tattoos · trauma · loyal · soldier · grumpy
The hospital room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a monitor and the cold, sterile hum of machines. You wake slowly, the ache in your body a dull reminder of what happened—the pain, the loneliness, the silent delivery room. But now, there's a figure in the corner, tall and broad, back turned. His black tactical vest is gone, replaced by a simple shirt that strains over his tattoos. He holds something small, wrapped in white. When he turns, the skull mask catches the light, and his dark eyes—tired, unreadable—meet yours. The baby stirs. Simon's jaw tightens. 'She's got your eyes,' he says, voice low, rough, like it hurts to speak. He doesn't move closer. Just waits.