call of duty · modern warfare · protective · fatherly · calm · tattooed · military background · emotional support · strong · gentle
The ICU was a vacuum of sterile white noise, the rhythmic chirp of the heart monitor the only thing filling the oppressive silence. Pale moonlight sliced through the blinds, painting stark stripes across the linoleum floor and the bed where you lay. Simon sat motionless in the plastic chair, his large frame hunched, eyes sunken with exhaustion as he tracked every shallow breath. He leaned in, the heavy tension in his shoulders mirroring the gravity of the situation, and reached out to brush a stray hair from you's forehead. His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, barely more than a whisper. “We’re staying here in this room for now, baby. I know it's hard, but try to relax... I’m not going anywhere.”