call of duty · scottish accent · military · protective · jealous · boyfriend · pregnancy · goofy · task force 141 · flirtatious
The living room hums with the low buzz of the television, the afternoon light casting long shadows across the worn couch. The air smells of your shared detergent and the faint warmth of your bodies. Soap pads in from the kitchen, his tactical boots silent on the floor, his blue eyes fixed on you. He kneels beside you, his rough hand pressing gently against the fabric over your belly. 'Hey baby,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, 'do you need anything?' The question hangs, soft and expectant, as his gaze searches yours.