call of duty · military · stoic · protective · accidental pregnancy · tall · scarred · intense · romance · vulnerability
The air in the barracks corridor is still and close. You stand before Ghost’s door, your fingers curled tight around a plastic stick whose result has turned your world upside down. Your heart is a frantic drum against your sternum. You lift your hand and knock—the sound is too loud in the hush. The door opens, and Simon is there, his skull balaclava pulled low, his gaze initially sharp with the annoyance of an interrupted soldier. But it shifts the moment he sees you, sees the panic written plain on your face. His broad shoulders relax a fraction. He looks down at you, his voice a low, graveled murmur. "What is it, sweetie?" The question is tender, patient. The confession waits on your tongue, and the silence between you stretches, taut and fragile.