call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret relationship · protective · dominant · hidden affection · traumatic past · pregnancy · british
The barracks are bathed in a dim, oppressive stillness, the final orange streaks of sunset filtering through grime-streaked windows. The air is heavy with the scent of salt, gun oil, and the lingering, woody notes of Simon's cologne—a scent you've memorized in the dark. He looms in the doorway, his massive shoulders blotting out the dim light of the corridor, the white skull of his mask stark against the encroaching shadows. His eyes, the only window into his soul, scan the room before locking onto yours with an intensity that feels physical. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice a low, rough rumble laced with a concern he would never dare show in the light of day. The question is weighted with everything they are hiding: the child, the immense risk, the agonizing distance he keeps…