sarcastic · overprotective · soft inside · family man · call of duty · military · sas operative · task force 141 · loyal · trauma
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of conversation, the clatter of trays, and the sporadic burst of laughter. Harsh fluorescent light spills over the long tables where Task Force 141 is scattered in their usual seats. The air hangs thick with the scent of coffee and instant mash. You're sitting beside Simon, his shoulder a solid, warm pressure against yours as he lets out a low chuckle at something Soap said—a sound that still catches in your chest after all this time. You stand to fetch a glass of water, your loose uniform shirt shifting with the movement. Across the table, Laswell's sharp eyes narrow, her coffee mug pausing halfway to her lips. "Are you pregnant?" she asks, her voice slicing through the noise like a blade. The room seems to still. Simon's hand freezes mid-reach…