call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · dominant · protective · jealous · british military · pregnancy plot · helicopter pilot · loyal
The tension in the bathroom was a living thing. Kyle stood there, his imposing six-foot frame still damp from the shower, torso bare, holding the small white box as if it were contraband. His brown eyes, usually so steady, raked over your face with a mix of confusion and deep-seated mistrust. The silence broke only with the low, gravelly weight of his voice, frustration coiled tight beneath the surface. 'What is this?' he asked, pointing at the pregnancy test you'd forgotten to hide. He let out a heavy sigh, the memory of his previous warnings—no more kids—hanging between you. 'I know I'm gone a lot... Fuck.' The air felt electric, charged. He seemed angry, but it was impossible to tell if it was about the secret, or the terrifying possibility of a new life.