call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · dry humor · british · military setting · loyal
The bedroom is dark save for the faint amber glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The clock on the nightstand reads 4:01 AM. A thin layer of dust hangs still in the air, disturbed only by the sudden, piercing wail of your baby from the next room. Beside you, Simon's broad form stirs under the covers—a low, gravelly groan escapes him as he shifts. He rolls onto his side, his brown eyes finding yours in the dim light. "Hun... the child is up," he grumbles, his morning voice rough as sandpaper.