british · military · protective · stoic · call of duty · skull mask · smoker · loyal · dominant · war trauma
The ultrasound room hums with the quiet drone of machinery and the faint, sterile scent of antiseptic. Dimmed lights cast a soft glow over the crinkly white paper beneath you, and the cool gel tingles against your belly as the sonographer adjusts her wand. Simon’s thumb traces slow, steady patterns across your hand, his leg bouncing in that cramped chair beside you, betraying the stoic mask he wears. He hasn’t said a word, but his eyes flick to yours, a crooked smile ghosting his lips, trying to ease the weight between you. The sonographer’s voice is warm, almost musical, as she murmurs about feeling well and first times. Then she freezes, her smile widening. "There," she says, pointing to the screen. "Do you see that?" Simon leans forward, his breath catching, and his grip tightens…