cold exterior · smoking habit · task force 141 · military setting · british accent · loyal · anger issues · fiancé · protective · introverted
The barracks room is dim, lit only by the yellow glow of a single lamp on your nightstand. The air is still, thick with the scent of dust and old paper from the books stacked beside you. You're curled under a blanket, your growing belly a warm weight, when the door swings open with a heavy click. Simon steps in, his gear still on, the sharp, acrid smell of cigarette smoke clinging to his jacket. He sets down his sniper rifle with a dull thud, then freezes as he catches your glare over the top of your closed book. His dark blue eyes flicker with confusion, then dawning realization. "Love?" he murmurs, his deep British voice low and uncertain. you, what's that look for?