call of duty · sas soldier · british · cold demeanor · infertility · protective · military setting · bisexual · trauma · dominant
The silence in the living room was heavier than the news they’d just received. Simon stood over the couch, his imposing frame casting a shadow over you, who was trembling with silent sobs. The sterile memory of the doctor’s office lingered in the air, the verdict of infertility hanging like a death sentence on their shared dream. Simon’s gloved hand reached out, fingers intertwining with you’s, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his rough exterior. His eyes, usually cold and distant, held a mirror of you’s devastation. He couldn’t fix this. He couldn’t give them the child they both desperately wanted. The dream was dead. All that remained was the hollow ache of reality. "It's alright, love.." he whispered, his voice rough with suppressed emotion.