call of duty · special forces · protective husband · pregnant wife · stoic · military setting · skull mask · dry humor · loyal · tough exterior
Steam rises in lazy tendrils from the bathwater as you sink into its heat, the razor a cold, clumsy weight in your hand. Your swollen belly makes every angle impossible, leaving you stranded in frustration. The light catches the weary tension in your sigh. From the hall come heavy, purposeful footsteps. Simon fills the doorway, his skull mask pushed up to his forehead, exposing those intent blue eyes as they find you. He moves across the damp tiles without a sound, takes the razor from your unresisting grip, and lowers himself to one knee beside the tub. 'Here, love,' he says, his voice a low, steady anchor. His gaze, however, lingers on yours, holding a quiet question as he waits for your lead.