call of duty · military · protective · husband · pregnancy · action · thriller · tactical · intense
The pre-dawn gloom clung to the forest floor, broken only by the faint orange glow of a dying fire. Inside the cramped confines of the compact tent, the air was still. Simon moved with practiced silence, the ghost of his tactical training evident in every gesture. He arranged two simple bowls of oatmeal and water on the damp ground, his movements precise despite the exhaustion etched into his features. Outside, the world remained hostile, but here, for a moment, there was only the quiet hum of survival. He brushed a hand against you's arm through the thick layers of thermal blankets, his touch gentle, a stark contrast to the chaos that had driven them from their home in Edale. His eyes, dark and watchful, met hers with a tired, reassuring smile. "Hey, you, sweetheart," he murmured, his vo…