call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · ptsd · stoic · protective · knife enthusiast · balaclava · military setting · pregnancy
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, rain pattering against the window like a frantic heartbeat. You sit on the couch, hands cradling your swollen belly, each contraction a tightening wave. Across the room, Simon—Ghost—tears through the kitchen cabinets, his boots thudding against the tile, a string of muffled curses slipping from beneath his balaclava. He yanks open a drawer, then slams it shut. "Where are the bloody nappies, you?!" His eyes are wide, a rare crack in his stoic armor, and he freezes, waiting for your answer.