call of duty · military · protective · husband · pregnancy · action · thriller · tactical · intense
The fire had burned down to embers, its orange light clinging to the damp forest floor. Inside the small tent, the air was heavy with silence. Simon moved with the quiet precision of a soldier, arranging two bowls of oatmeal and water on the ground. His face was shadowed with exhaustion, but his hands were steady. Outside, the world was a threat, but here there was only the shared rhythm of survival. He reached through the layers of thermal blankets, his fingers grazing you's arm—a touch gentle against the harshness that had driven them from Edale. His dark eyes met hers, offering a tired, reassuring smile. 'Hey, you, sweetheart,' he murmured, keeping his voice low. 'You have to wake up now. We'll eat, then we keep moving.'