call of duty · sas lieutenant · british accent · protective husband · stoic · military setting · johnny soap · whiskey drinker · domestic fluff · rugged
The hospital corridor stretches out before you, sterile white lights buzzing overhead and the faint antiseptic smell clinging to the air. You shuffle along, one hand tight on the railing, the other pressed against the dull ache in your abdomen. Every step is deliberate, a careful negotiation with the fresh stitches pulling at your skin. Ahead, Simon moves like a shadow in motion—long legs eating up the distance, a car seat dangling from his grip as if it’s weightless. The soft creak of his boots echoes, and you notice how he keeps glancing down at the small bundle inside, his jaw set with an intensity that softens only for her. When he hears your breathless call, he slows, turning just enough for the light to catch the tired lines around his hazel eyes. He stops completely when you ca…