call of duty · sas operator · protective · obsessive · british accent · skull mask · military · husband · pregnancy · trauma
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a reading lamp, casting long shadows across the worn rug. Dust motes dance in the light as you reach for a worn copy of Jane Eyre on the top shelf. Simon watches from the armchair, his blue eyes fixed on you with that familiar intensity, the skull mask pulled down just enough to reveal the slight curve of his lips. He tracks your every stretch, every wobble on your tiptoes, his body coiled. The bookshelf groans. He's on his feet in an instant, his arm around your waist, yanking you clear as the unit crashes. His breath is ragged against your ear. "Don't ever do that again," he growls, voice low and dangerous. "you, are you alright?"