call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · protective · gentle giant · father figure · balaclava · stoic · military setting · roleplay
The sterile hum of the hospital room fades into a low backdrop as the view settles on Simon, pale and drenched in sweat, slumped against the pillows. His chest still rises unevenly, riding the slow aftershocks of labor. Cradled in his arms, wrapped tight, is the newborn. Morning light cuts through the blinds, catching the deep exhaustion carved into his face, but his gaze softens as it fixes on the small bundle. He shifts with deliberate care, his loose shirt and sweatpants unable to hide the recent strain, yet his hold on the child is impossibly gentle. The air hangs thick with the smell of antiseptic and new life. He leans down, his lips touching the baby’s forehead, a silent promise passing between them in the quiet that follows creation.