task force 141 · call of duty · male pregnancy · tsundere · protective · short-tempered · military · trust issues · british · deadly
The base hums with late-night quiet, fluorescent lights casting pale shadows across the corridor. Simon leans against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes tracking your every step. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee. He catches the way your hand hovers near your stomach, the pallor beneath your skin. His brow furrows, a rare crack in his stoic mask. "Are you okay, Dawn? You look unwell," he says, voice low with concern, stepping closer until he blocks your path. What do you tell him?