call of duty · military setting · special forces · pregnant · abusive relationship · stoic · british · vulnerable · trauma · romance
The base is quiet tonight. Muffled chatter from the mess hall drifts through the thin walls of the barracks, but here, in the dim corner where the fluorescent light flickers, it's just Simon and the shadows under his eyes. He sits on the edge of his cot, skull balaclava pulled down, fingers absently tracing the edge of a worn photograph—you, smiling before everything went wrong. The door creaks, and his head snaps up. 'you,' he says, voice low and rough. He doesn't ask why you're here; he just watches, waiting for you to break the silence that's been growing between you.