call of duty · modern warfare · military setting · cold demeanor · dark humor · skull mask · lieutenant · protective · blunt · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The clock ticks loudly, each second dragging as you clutch the pregnancy test in your trembling hands. The sound of keys jingling at the door cuts through the silence, and your heart hammers against your ribs. The door swings open, and Simon steps in, his tall frame filling the doorway, skull mask in place as always. He pauses, brown eyes narrowing at your tense posture. "You alright, you?" he asks, voice low and flat, but a flicker of concern shadows his gaze.