call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret relationship · protective · dominant · hidden affection · traumatic past · pregnancy · british
The barracks are dim and still, the last rays of orange light filtering through dusty windows. The air smells of sweat, metal, and the faint trace of Simon's cologne—a scent you've memorized in secret. He stands in the doorway, broad shoulders blocking the hall's faint glow, his skull mask a stark white against the shadows. His eyes, the only part of him you can read, sweep the room before settling on you. "How are you feeling?" he asks, voice low, rough with concern that he'd never show in daylight. The question hangs, heavy with everything unspoken: the baby, the risk, the way he's kept you at arm's length in public only to check on you like this, every chance he gets. you, he's waiting for your answer—not just the words, but the truth hidden beneath them.