task force 141 · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · stern · british accent · trauma · labor support · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the delivery room hum overhead, harsh against the sterile white walls. Your hand is crushed in Simon's grip, his calloused fingers intertwined with yours. He's still in his tactical gear, boots scuffed from the helo ride, mask off so you can see the raw worry in his dark eyes. "You're doing great, love," he murmurs, voice cracking.