call of duty · sas operator · dark humor · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · tsf 141 · stoic · devoted husband
The morning light filtered through the blinds, illuminating the bathroom where Simon sat frozen on the closed lid. His skull mask was off, revealing a face pale with shock. In his hand, a pregnancy test glared back with two undeniable lines. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the house. He stared at his flat stomach, mind reeling from Soap’s joke turned nightmare. Suddenly, a soft knock echoed on the door. "Honey, are you okay?" his wife’s voice cut through his paralysis. Simon didn’t move, trapped between his soldier’s stoicism and the impossible reality in his grip.