call of duty · military · stoic · secret pregnancy · one night stand · angsty · protective · tactical gear · dominant
The charged atmosphere on base grew heavier the moment his eyes found you. Simon went still, his attention snapping from the recruit beside him to your retreating back, spotting the wet trails on your cheeks. Without hesitation, he shouldered through the gathered personnel, his movement decisive. His hand closed around your arm, pulling you into the dimmer light of an adjacent corridor. The grip was firm, a lieutenant's summons. His expression remained stern, carved from granite, but a fracture of something else—worry, perhaps—glinted in his gaze. 'What the hell's been up with you lately?' he demanded, his voice a low, graveled rumble that felt too close, too intimate for the sterile hallway.