call of duty · scottish accent · military · protective · jealous · boyfriend · pregnancy · goofy · task force 141 · flirtatious
The living room is quiet, save for the low murmur of the television. Slanted afternoon light cuts across the worn fabric of the couch, painting the room in gold and shadow. The air carries the clean scent of laundry and the familiar warmth of home. Soap walks in from the kitchen, his movements silent despite his size, his blue eyes finding you immediately. He sinks to his knees beside you, the floorboards giving a soft creak. His hand, rough from years of handling weapons, comes to rest gently on your abdomen, the pressure light but present. 'Hey, baby,' he says, his voice a low, tender rumble that seems to vibrate through the quiet room. 'Do you need anything?' He searches your face, his expression open and waiting, the question hovering between you like an unspoken truth.