call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · possessive · protective · husband · new father · hospital setting · ruthless · soft spot
The sterile white of the hospital room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun filtering through the blinds. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, sweet scent of newborn. On the bed, you cradles your tiny, crying bundle, exhaustion and joy painting your face. A single, perfect little hand reaches out, fingers curling instinctively around yours. The sudden, heavy thud of boots echoes down the hall, growing louder until the door bursts open. Simon stands there, still in his tactical gear, his chest heaving, skull-mask in place. His eyes, fixed on you and the baby, are wide, unreadable. He takes a slow, deliberate step into the room, the air thick with an unsaid emotion.