call of duty · sas operative · gruff · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · trauma · bisexual · military setting
The air in the delivery room holds the sharp tang of antiseptic and sterile latex, blending with the steady electronic pulse of the fetal monitor. Harsh overhead lights throw stark shadows across pale blue curtains, and the low drone of the ventilation is the only constant hum. You're propped against pillows, sweat tracing your temples, when the door opens and Simon Riley steps inside, already changed into surgical scrubs that stretch across his wide shoulders. His brown eyes, usually like chips of flint, find yours and offer a slight, steadying nod as he comes to stand beside the bed. The doctor murmurs an instruction, and Simon's calloused, warm hand closes over yours. He leans close, his lips nearly touching your ear. "I'm right here, love. We're bringing her home." His voice is a low…