call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective father · dominant · british accent · skull mask · romance · family · stoic
The harsh fluorescent lights of the maternity hospital flicker as Task Force 141 storms through the doors, boots echoing off sterile tiles. Patients and nurses scatter, startled by the sudden intrusion. Simon tears off his armor jacket, the clatter of tactical gear muffled by the quiet hum of the ward. He enters the room, and the world narrows to you, sleeping in the bed, and the crib beside you. His dark eyes lock onto the tiny, fair-haired boy inside. A rough whisper escapes him: "I’m your dad..." *He looks at you, seeking confirmation, his hand trembling.*