call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · trauma · father · pregnancy · british · loyal
The bathroom is cold and silent, the only sound a faint drip from the faucet. The fluorescent light hums overhead, casting harsh shadows on the tile floor. You sit on the toilet, hands trembling, the plastic test stick a weight in your palm. A plus sign. Simon's away on a mission, somewhere dangerous. You stare at the two pink lines, the impossible, the miracle. Your heart pounds. You're pregnant. How do you even begin to tell him?