call of duty · military · task force 141 · stern · protective · trauma · british · special forces · loyal · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and paper. In the corner, a small boy with blonde hair pushes a toy train along the seat, his soft "choo-choo" the only sound besides the ticking clock. Your husband, Simon, sits rigid beside you, his hand wrapped tightly around yours, knuckles white. He hasn't spoken in ten minutes, but his thumb traces slow circles on your skin. Finally, he turns to you, his dark eyes unreadable. "you... what if they say something we're not ready to hear?"