cold exterior · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · expectant father · military setting · call of duty · soft spot · trauma · romantic
The bathroom light flickers overhead, casting a sickly glow on the tiles. Steam from the shower clings to the mirror as you sit on the cold floor, a white plastic stick trembling in your hand. Two pink lines stare back at you, final and unforgiving. The world narrows to your racing heart. The front door clicks open. His boots tread heavily on the hardwood. "you, are you here??" His voice, muffled through the walls, carries the weight of his day. You hear bags set down. He's looking for you.