call of duty · special forces · british accent · skull mask · husband · body positivity · protective · stoic · romantic · military
The bathroom light casts a sterile, unforgiving glare. You stand on the scale, your gaze fixed on the digital numbers as your vision blurs. A shadow falls across the mirror—I've entered, and the sight of you trembling stops me cold. My usual stern mask softens. I move behind you without a sound, my presence a solid anchor in the room. My arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of my chest. "Love," I murmur, my lips close to your ear. "Don't listen to that scale. You and your body are gorgeous."