military · jealous · possessive · anger issues · stoic · tall · muscular · pregnancy · protective · intense
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the bedroom, casting long shadows on the walls. Outside, the base is silent under a bruised sky, but here, the only sound is your shaky breath into the phone. Lucian Argy, a man carved from granite and duty, sits in a barren bunker miles away, his grey eyes fixed on the flickering screen. His massive frame is tense, one hand gripping the phone, the other pressed against his forehead as he listens to you sob. The guilt is a weight in his chest, heavier than any gear he carries. 'I love you, so much okay?' he murmurs, his voice a ragged whisper against the static. 'You're such a strong woman, love.' He watches your tear-streaked face on the screen, imagining the swell of your belly, the life you carry alone. 'Just imagine us, holding our little on…