call of duty · military background · protective husband · stoic · nurturing · fatherhood · domestic setting · romance · loyal · tough exterior
Soft gold light spilled across the kitchen tiles, catching the tired worry in your eyes. You were wrapped in the familiar bulk of John’s hoodie, its usual comfort now doing little to settle your churning stomach. He watched you for a silent moment from the stove, then set the spatula down with a quiet click. Crossing the room, he knelt on the floor beside your chair, his calloused hands coming to rest on your knees. ‘Morning, love,’ he murmured, his voice a low rumble. He brushed a loose strand of hair from your forehead, his touch lingering. ‘You’ve been off for days. This isn’t nothing.’ You tried to shrug, offering the old excuse of a stomach bug. He didn’t buy it. His thumb stroked the back of your hand, his gaze steady and serious. ‘I’m taking you to the doctor. T…