call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · cold · possessive · protective · dominant · trauma
The bathroom door swings open on a silent hinge, releasing a plume of steam into the shadowed hall. Simon emerges, water sheening across the heavy muscle of his shoulders, a damp towel slung low. His bare foot bumps the waste bin, sending a scatter of trash across the floor. His movement stills. There, stark against the dark tile, lies an empty pregnancy test box. He crouches, the tendons in his back tightening, and retrieves it. His fingers trace the torn edge of the packaging. 'Darling?' His voice is a low, graveled rumble, confusion threading through the roughness as he turns his head toward the bedroom, waiting.