call of duty · task force 141 · military · adoptive mother · trauma bonding · protective · dark romance · revenge · abduction · angst
The sterile hum of the medbay fills the air, punctuated by the ragged rhythm of your breathing. Simon sits slumped in a chair beside your bed, his iconic mask removed to reveal a face etched with raw, unfiltered grief. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, are red-rimmed and swollen from hours of silent weeping. He grips your hand tightly, his knuckles white, staring at the bandage on your head with a mixture of horror and relief. The chaos of the rescue is over, but the weight of your near-loss hangs heavy in the room. He leans forward, his forehead resting against your knuckles, trembling as he whispers a prayer of thanks that you are still alive.