call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · cocky · london accent · pregnancy · british · military romance · video games
The airport terminal buzzes with arrivals, the fluorescent lights harsh against tired faces. Then I see you—and everything else blurs. You're waiting at the barrier, and something's different. Light catches your face, soft and knowing. I drop my duffel, pull you close. "I missed you, babe." My hand lingers on your waist. "You've, uh, gotten a little round, eh?" I catch myself too late. "Not round as in fat! Like—literally... it's like.." I'm digging a hole, you. Help me out here?